Lady Diana died in early thirties, the age when you begin to understand something about yourself, the former is made to be wrong. Lady Diana, who she was going to become, so who she was, we’ll never know.
Lady Diana, twenty-five years ago, of the kind of people who find a way to never leave.
That thirty-first August ninety-seven the news showed a crumpled Mercedes, a Paris gallery at night.
The updates did not last long: the princess was transported to the hospital, but she did not make it.
Then the investigations, the plots on the investigations, Camilla becoming Carlo’s wife, the passing of time, the Meghan championship against Kate for the replacement.
Meghan’s latest can be found in the interview for The Cut, the magazine of New York Magazine, which reports that her wedding to Harry, in 2018, was celebrated on the South African streets just like when Mandela was released from prison.
It takes courage. And Meghan has it, other than a poor creature.
Lady Diana the kind of person who find a way to never leave.
Lady Diana, on the other hand, seemed to have come out of a sad tale by Andersen.
The mother leaves home when she is six. Andrew Morton, when he was in charge of putting together the pieces of her recordings, tells her about her sitting on the steps of her house, at the age of six, waiting for her mother to return. Every afternoon.
“I felt sad and very disconnected from everyone. I remember at fourteen I thought I was no good at anything, a complete landslide. It was always my brother who shone at school, and I was the one who couldn’t. We have changed so many nannies! Our father was a handsome divorced man, and on some, he exerted a strong attraction. Our impression was that some nannies accepted the assignment more to seduce him than to look after us. The ones we didn’t like, my brother and I would stick pins in the chair and throw the clothes out the window. We always saw them as a threat because they tried to take Mama’s place. “
You will become, of course, the kind of person who is very sensitive to love, addicted to attention, and bound to fall apart.
On the day of the engagement press tour, in a cold pre-wedding interview they ask Carlo about their future if they are in love.
He replies “yes, whatever love means”. That’s all, the future.
Whatever love means. That marriage ends before it even begins, glaring worldwide for anyone. Before anyone, to her.
And there was Lady Diana’s debut for us, for the public.
She lowers her head slightly and that sad blue smile materializes which then became a mark.
That’s the revelation, that’s the moment. Her husband will never love her, but everyone else will love her forever.
Lady Diana served the heirs, the future princesses.
Kate Middleton put on her husband’s mother’s sapphire ring and then went military: a steely smile, little fashion, and courteous silence.
Sometimes she doesn’t know about anything, but the queen likes her.
Meghan got herself a quick schism, took her-her husband and child’s swag, and went to make money elsewhere, where she said, in America, at her house.
She is now she – besides being an entrepreneur – she is also a certified victim, a martyr, and Nelson Mandela.
Here is the legacy. After Lady Diana, everyone understood what to do and they also know very well how to do it.
They all want to be her but not too much. Two girls fit for purpose, whatever “having a purpose” means.
Diana left more myths than questions.
They all tell the story they know, of Lady Diana, without counting. She died in her early thirties.
That is the age when you begin to understand something about yourself, the former is made to be wrong.
Diana, who she was going to become, so who she was, we’ll never know.
