Boyfriend of the Week

In keeping with the royal wedding theme, it seems appropriate to feature as our first weekly boyfriend, Prince Harry.

Prince Henry of Wales - or the Sweet Ginger Prince as we, his friends, call him - is the second son of Prince Charles and the late Princess Diana. He’s third in line to the British throne, behind only his father and brother, the newly appointed Duke of Cambridge. He is also a helicopter pilot and was recently promoted to Captain in the British Army. You might think all these duties leave little time for dating, but you’d be wrong. He’s famously a bit of a ladies’ man, not unlike his uncle, Prince Andrew.

Unfortunately, it sounds like he may be back on with his on-again/off-again, Zimbabwe-born and oftentimes orange-tinted, girlfriend, Chelsy Davy. But don’t lose hope, ladies; until he puts a ring on it, there’s always reason for hope. (And given the Windsors’ history with long-term marriages—or lack thereof—there may be hope even after he puts a ring on it.)

The Duchess's New Clothes?

In case you haven’t heard, Prince William got married yesterday.

And he married, if you pay any attention to the press, the most beautiful woman in the world.

Seriously? I mean, don't get me wrong, she's a pretty girl, but let's not get carried away here.

Listen, I understand that he’s no supermodel either (anymore), but his beauty hasn’t been shoved down our throats as of late. Hers has. And I can’t help but think this is an Emperor’s New Clothes situation. No one talked about how gorgeous she was before the engagement. Pretty, yes; breathtaking, no. 

Is it possible, then, that the media is trying to perpetuate a “beautiful princess” image to complete their fairytale story? After all, Prince Charming didn’t live happily ever after with either of the less attractive, yet perhaps more intelligent and harder working, stepsisters. No, he chose Cinderella, who talked to mice and took showers with birds.

But she was beautiful.

And Prince William’s princess, or duchess, as it were, must also be beautiful—no matter what the media has to do to convince us it's true.

  The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge on their wedding day.  

Bunny George

With Easter just barely in our rearview mirror, it seems appropriate to discuss the Easter bunny; or, more specifically, the variations on what we imagine the Easter bunny to look like. I was surprised to learn that some people see him as a little cotton tail rabbit - not unlike Peter, I suppose. 

To me, this makes no sense. How could such a little guy transport all his delicious treats to deserving (and not-so-deserving) boys and girls? On his back? Doubtful. Let’s get real here, I argued. Obviously he has to be life-sized, with opposable thumbs to carry his Easter basket, and two legs. In the course of conversation, I also mentioned that my Easter bunny wears a top hat and a bejeweled, glitter-covered vest. I paused to consider this. Perhaps, I thought, my bunny is gay; at the very least, he’s a flamboyant individual. Bunny George? Libunnyrace? I’m not one to judge. All I know is, not only does he bring me some heavenly treats, but he’s also the most fabulously dressed guy on the block.

What does your Easter bunny look like?

Maiden Post

I had intended to fill this first blog entry - the entry to which every other entry will be compared, the entry that will set the tone for the rest of this blog’s life – with wit, poignancy, and pithy-isms.

But it seemed like a lot of work.

Besides, I’ve never been one to set unrealistic expectations.

Bottom line, if Kim Kardashian can blog, so can we.