Celebrity news rarely interests me. I just don’t get it. Don’t get me wrong: it can be entertaining, especially when they make it into a good movie.
That a certain royal person, six living bodies from becoming king, wants to focus on his nuclear family rather than the extended dysfunction of his grandmother’s clan seems a reasonable idea. He might be right. Or not. He could be affected himself too much by a history of pain and loss. But he has an iron-clad, one-hundred-percent right to consult with his wife and do as they think best. Even if he’s one-hundred-percent wrong.
If the matriarch persists in stonewalling with “emergency meetings,” maybe Mr Frears and Mr Morgan have a sequel on their hands, another portrait of an extended family running off the rails, intermixed with scenes in rural Scotland.
The best thing the Queen could do is offer unconditional public support–something she has failed to provide for other in-laws. She may well feel hurt, aggrieved, and other emotions. These are inappropriate to offer to the wider world, even in hints.
As for the person six-removed from the royal throne, he’s seen his mother and his wife abused. He’s witnessed other wrecked marriages among his relatives. He had to know pressure was coming, especially from the media. So he’s taking initiative now? Good for him. Barring some catastrophic emergency, he was never going to be king. And even if he were, his relationship with his wife is sacramental. His nation and its royalty? Hardly.
As for his royal grandmother, her family hasn’t had the best track record with people staying in the royal family, or wanting to. Her uncle abdicated for pretty much the same situation her son is still in good graces. One son consorted with a questionable sex predator. Her siblings haven’t done well in their marriages. Maybe it’s a good step to step back from the crazy. It can’t really get worse. The more I think about it, the second son of Diana seems to me to be on the right track.