Oh, Pish Posh William

29 Jun

It’s been a long time since I’ve blogged, but my summers are generally pretty insane and free time is sparse.  However, I was in CVS yesterday picking up some things and just as I was about to swipe my check card I glanced to my left to see the cover of this week’s Star magazine:

I paused for a second, picked it up and told the cashier to add it.   This is a terrible picture, but people were staring at me, so I had to snap quickly and move on.

Those who know me know that I love all things british.  Big Daddy calls me a Royalist and I was heckled for rooting for England in the World Cup.  I find the accent alone swoon-worthy.  (Although I realize that’s not terribly uncommon in Americans.)  I have spent years following the british monarchy and consider myself to be a bit of an expert on Henry VIII and Tudor history.  Please see me if you need to know the historical inaccuracies in Showtime’s the Tudors.  They did an excellent job, but they’re there.  Besides the obvious fact that Jonathan Rhys Myers does not actually gain weight in the show as he ages.  But in his defense, if I looked like that I wouldn’t either.  Once my friend and I were utterly convinced that we saw Prince Harry at Farragut Park in DC as we sat and ate our lunch.  We then stalked this poor soul for the next few days.  Surprise, it wasn’t him.  I recently watched Princes Charles and Princess Diana’s wedding video and may or may not have cried.  If you’re interested, you can actually see the Queen jump up with glee for a moment.

So I have followed Prince William and Harry’s lives pretty closely as they’ve grown up.  I always related to Harry a little more, being the bad boy and all (as much as I can relate considering that I am not actually royalty and certainly not a male) but William and I are closer in age, so I chose to love him more.  And now not only is he engaged (allegedly)  but he’s having a royal child out-of-wedlock (allegedly.)  I honestly could care less about that, but its clear to me that he has now in fact moved on so I think its time that I do too.

Upon further research, I’ve settled on a lovely Prince to replace him.  Prince Carl-Philip of Sweden.  I am not sure how I’ve looked over him to be honest.  I mean just look at his guy.

He’s beautiful! And much more man than boy.  And he’s not even a typical Swedish blond.  I guess it’s not a surprise, his sister Princess Madeleine looks like she’s walked off the set of a beauty pageant.  Unlike Prince Harry, he did in fact live in the U.S. for a while and studied at the Rhode Island School of Design.  I’m sorry I missed him.  Not that I’ve ever even been to Rhode Island.  What a lucky, tiny little state.

The Prince is an athlete, a Lieutenant in the Swedish Navy and somewhat of an artist.  What’s not to love?  I wonder if he knows my other swedish love, Alexander Skarsgaard.  I hope not.  I think if I saw the two together my mind might be blown.  Now if anyone needs me, I will be busying myself becoming an expert in Swedish royalty.


One Response to “Oh, Pish Posh William”

  1. zohreh December 16, 2010 at 7:43 am #


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