Showing posts with label Duchess Dolittle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Duchess Dolittle. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Anything’s Possible

So…I’m just going to say it. It will probably make me sound crazy—a few of you may even judge me—but I feel that it needs to be said.

Is the Deficient Duchess really pregnant or is it all just a giant scam?

There. I said it. Judge away. But keep in mind that it wouldn’t be the first time a royal family did something weird and underhanded to perpetuate a specific image; and this whole baby situation just seems a little too convenient, a little too perfect, if you ask me.

I know it sounds pretty incredible, but hear me out before you dismiss me as another tinfoil hat-wearing loon.  

You may decide that it’s not such a crazy proposition after all.

  1. The Case of the Instant Fertility
a)      This girl was skin and bones. She had not an ounce of fat on her. Not an ounce. I’m not saying skinny girls can’t get pregnant, but it usually takes a little work – especially when the skinny girl in question has been on birth control for at least 10(ish) years, which I assume is the case here. But this pregnancy seemed to happen without any struggle at all, at the most opportune time, like it was planned that way. This makes me suspicious. 

No babies on board here.

b)       The Duchess and I are about the same age, so I don’t think it’s out of line for me to say that, while Waity and I are by no means old, in child-bearing years we’re bordering on senior citizenship. You see, a woman’s child-bearing years are a bit like dog years. After a certain age, every calendar year that passes equals the loss of 7 easily-knocked-up years. Eggs get old, they shrivel up, and then they die. Every single month. It really is a sad story. The point is, fertility decreases as we age. Fertility also decreases when you have .05% body fat. (This is something, by the way, that I do not have in common with Kate Middleton.) So you expect me to believe that this skinny minny, on the wrong side of 30, decides she’s going to get pregnant and BOOM! it happens? It seems highly unlikely, but maybe that’s exactly what happened. Maybe princesses really are born under a luckier star than the rest of us. Actually, Dolittle’s life up until this point sort of seems to prove that out.


  1. The Case of the Missing Bump
Is it just me or does the size of her bump fluctuate more than what’s normal? Sometimes she looks a tad bit pregnant and other times, not so much. My boss is pregnant, and pretty much every day she looks, well, pregnant. But look at these pictures of Waity from the St. Patrick’s Day parade—one taken last year and the other, last week. It’s the same coat. The only thing that differs is that in one she’s allegedly 5 ½ months pregnant. Yet, somehow, she looks EXACTLY THE SAME in both pictures. Granted, coats can camouflage things, but this must be a magic coat because it makes her baby disappear! 

   2012                                                            2013               

Sure, a woman’s weight can fluctuate, but does the baby’s? The size of the placenta? The amount of amniotic fluid? All the things that make a pregnant woman’s belly grow? Shouldn’t these things remain rather constant? The answer is yes. (Trust me; I once worked for a lung doctor.) So why, then, does Kate’s bump fluctuate so much from event to event? I don’t know. It’s a mystery. 

  1. The Case of the Vanishing Morning Sickness
Do you remember when the news broke that the Tepid Twosome was about to become a threesome, or more specifically, why the news broke? It was because the Delicate Duchess had to be admitted to the hospital for debilitating morning sickness. Sure, she had just days before been playing field hockey (in heels), but, because I’m such a kind person, I was willing to sort of overlook that. Maybe this was the kind of life-threatening morning sickness that comes on suddenly, months after you actually start gestating the child. 


  Quick! Someone call a doctor. The Duchess is looking quite ill!   

I have a harder time believing, however, that this is the kind of morning sickness that is so bad that it puts you in the hospital, and then miraculously disappears less than a week later, never to return again. The kind of morning sickness that only lasts long enough to “force” you to announce to the world that you’re fulfilling your heir-producing duty. It all sounds a little too convenient to me. So sick that she had to be rushed to the hospital—and an announcement had to be made—but well enough to go shopping and vacaying. 

From what I’ve read, the morning sickness that Kate allegedly suffered from knocks women out for months; oftentimes, it’s something that they deal with for their entire pregnancies. But Little Miss Sunshine snaps her fingers and poof! It’s all gone. Either she was born under the luckiest star imaginable (which, again, I’m not ruling out) or something’s rotten in the Palace of Buckingham.

Look, she could very well be pregnant. In fact, the unfortunate face puffiness that she’s been sporting recently leads me to believe that it’s a distinct possibility (or that she’s been hitting the bottle too hard). All I’m saying is that there are things, many of which are detailed above, that give me pause.

But, then, I love a good conspiracy theory.

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Duchesses... They're Just Like Us!

(warning:  this is a two-for-the-price-of-one-groan-post)

#1.  They get their heels stuck on grating!
Oh, the indignity!

But you know how you know duchesses aren't just like us?  When we, the flotsam and jetsam of the universe, get our heel stuck on grating it doesn't land in the number nine spot of Yahoo! trending search terms.
Be sad for humanity.

#2.  They wear the same coat... twice!
Wait, what year is it?  One doesn't know... One just got back from vacay.  Oh, that doesn't help. (It is in fact from 2012).  
Again, you know how you know duchesses aren't just like us?  The wear the same coat a year apart.  We wear the same coat a day apart.


And for those of you active bump watchers, there isn't much to see.  Check out this bump-friendly photo from St. Patrick's Day 2013 below.

No, one did NOT just eat a large lunch.  One doesn't eat lunch.  Ever.

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Worthless in Waiting

So, while most of the world spent last week debating whether or not the Workless Wonder had “accidentally” let it slip that she might be gestating a little queen (and I’m not talking about RuPaul), I spent last week…working. At work.

And as I spent 40 hours of my week locked in the proverbial chains that Corporate America issues with each miniscule paycheck, it occurred to me yet again how foreign the concept of work really is to the royals. After all, Kate was “working” when she (un)intentionally revealed that she and her old man may be having a girl.

Oh, yes, it was work alright. Showing up. Smiling. Breathing. Apparently this is all very hard work for the royals.

This particular work event took place at the National Fishing Heritage Centre in Lincolnshire. The purpose? I have no idea. What I do know is that Kate arrived over an hour late. She then shook a few hands, smiled her fake smile, laughed her maniacal laugh, played with her hair, accepted a few of the gifts being showered upon her, and then was off again. 

 This breathing thing is VERY hard work. You must remember to breathe in and out. In and out. In and...wait, how does it go again? 

If you’re wondering why she was so late to only her third day of engagements this year, it was because London was foggy. And, although she had originally been scheduled to take a train to Lincolnshire—a vehicle that would have had no trouble traveling in the fog and would have only cost the taxpayers a reasonable £216—she requested instead to take a HELICOPTER, at a £4,000 cost to the taxpayer. And, because London was foggy, the helicopter was grounded, making Kate late. Ironically, the grounding of her overly extravagant ride is the only thing about Kate that IS grounded.

Here I am. You may now gaze upon my awesomeness. You're welcome.

When pressed about yet another poor PR decision by the Deficient Duchess, a palace mouthpiece said:

“A number of factors are always taken into account when considering royal travel arrangements, including what the member of the Royal family is doing before and after the engagements, and it was decided that the best way to travel was by the Royal Flight helicopter.”

“What the Royal family is doing before and after” translates into, “Dolittle wants to go shopping and can’t be bothered to waste time on a train. She’d rather waste the taxpayers’ money.” In all fairness, she doesn’t always waste the taxpayers’ hard-earned dollars (or pounds, more appropriately) on shopping.

Sometimes she wastes them on lavish vacations.

Recently, ATG reported the trip Dolittle and Baldylocks took to Mustique. After their return, however, Kate really buckled down. She did one, maybe two, days of work, and then, poor dear, was so exhausted that she needed another holiday. This time to the slopes. Sure, it was for a friend’s wedding, but does anyone really think that the Tepid Twosome was going to forgo a ski vacay this year?

Have they ever?

Nope.

And now that poor Kate and her little queen (and I’m not talking about Willy Windsor) have put in yet another day’s work, I’m sure there’s already another vacation in the works. At the expense of the taxpayer, of course. But when you consider that a few hundred, or even thousand, of those taxpayers will have the immense honor of breathing the same air as the Divine Duchess as she jets in and out of her few public appearances in between hair appointments, shopping trips and lavish vacations, it really is a small price to pay.

Let them eat cake, indeed.       

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Broken Promises

Someone get me a priest... STAT!

We aren't even 24 hours into Lent and I've already violated my Lenten Offering.  I was committed to not discussing Duchess Dolittle for the next 40 days.  And then the Bikini Baby Bump Bonanza Broke.  I mean, how were we at ATG supposed to pass up the chance for five B alliteration???  

And what's more, how could we even begin to deprive all of our lovely ATG readers all the Waity Whisperings that are Worthy to Write.  And that's a four W alliteration for those of you who are counting.

But I digress, without further ado, the bump see round the world.  

Careful, if you squint, you might miss it.
Three main things:

1.  That bump could be caused by eating a sandwich at lunch.  Which by the look of things #2 and #3 she clearly didn't finish.
2.  Pelvic Protrusion.
3.  Skeletal Shoulders.

Here's to hoping the Lord will go lightly on us- especially since we realized our limitations early on.  And we've given Him some stellar alliterations.  And we know for a fact that the Lord loves a good alliteration.  

Friday, February 8, 2013

Mustique’s Mystique

If you read ATG with any regularity (and if you don’t, why not?!) you know how much we hate to say anything negative about the world’s most beloved (and overrated) woman, Waity Katie.

Okay, so maybe we don’t hate it that much.

But honestly, it’s her own fault. She makes it nearly impossible to find anything nice to say. She’s lazy and entitled, and makes Octomom look hard-working. (And anyone who inspires me to say nice things about Octomom clearly sucks at life.)

Recently, though, I’d been spared from any uncharitable Waity thoughts, as it seemed there'd been a lull in the Kate mania—or Katenia, as I like to call it. I have to admit, I was very much appreciating the quiet (and my more pleasant disposition). Then I discovered the reason behind the press blackout and all my pleasantness came to a complete and abrupt halt, much like Lindsay Lohan’s career.

The Workless Wonder is gone.

Out of the country.

In Mustique.

On vacation. VACATION!

Vacation from what, exactly? Shopping? Hair appointments? Exercising? Not eating? Sleeping late? Her insanely pampered life?

Probably none of the above, as I’m sure she’s partaking in all these same activities in Mustique.

Poor dear, having to take her work with her on holiday.


Well, of course she needs a vacation. Carrying your own umbrella is very hard work.

(As an aside, I must extend my condolences to the rest of the island’s guests. Remember what happened last time the Worthless Twosome and the Meddling Middletons traveled to Mustique? They commandeered the entire island.)

And isn’t it funny how this doesn’t make the front page? Her new haircut: front page. Her latest wardrobe choice: front page. The fact that she can’t be bothered to do even one day’s work: nothing. Ah, how I love that unbiased, completely objective, media. News flash, press people, she’s not Diana. She may have the ring and the height and the wistful, blank stare, but she’s not Diana. And no matter how much you try to make her Diana, it won’t work because, to recap, she’s NOT DIANA.

There are plenty of criticisms you can make of the late princess, but work-shy is not one of them. Her daughter-in-law on the other hand hasn’t “worked” since, what, this summer when she was an Olympic “ambassador”? And to be clear, she only showed up for the Summer Olympics, not for the Paralympics, which were also held in London. So, although Dolittle required prime seats at many Olympic events, the Paralympics apparently weren’t glamorous enough to deserve much of the Great One’s precious time.

No, it seems that she had a much more pressing engagement: vacay. In France. Remember those French vacation photos? Where we got an up close and personal view of the Duchess’s true cup size? Bet she wishes now that she’d stayed in London and watched a Para event or two.  

Here they are again...hard at work.

But getting back to my original point, what is this a vacation from? In case you’re wondering  how many charity appearances -- or what the royals call “work” -- she’s made this year, let me fill you in: Zero. Zilch. Nada.

Not one.

But can you blame her? After all, gestating a baby is really, really hard work. And, not only is Kate a very delicate flower, but she’s also apparently the only woman who’s ever been pregnant.

Obviously it’s very important that she relax while she can, as she’ll soon be really, really busy—ordering around the plethora of nannies, wet nurses, and child wranglers sure to be permanent installations at the castle. Why, anyone can see what a tough road lies ahead for the poor dear.

Poor, poor Kate.

We should all go light a candle for her.

Monday, February 4, 2013

So Much Excitement Over Next to Nothing

OMG, y'all!

[breathless] Waity was spotted shopping for maternity wear... we've got the fist photos of her baby bump...

AND THEY SHOW NOTHING.

Get out those binoculars!


Please, people.  I get your excitement but please, she's going to get larger.  The bump will be bigger.  It's science.  Let us not wet our pants over what is a cape, leggins and a huge sweater.


Monday, January 14, 2013

The Waity Whisperer

Stop the presses… less than 48 hours after a new peak in Waity-mania we have a new development!

Clarence House has just released that Waity is in fact due in July, six months from today, as ATG first reported yesterday.

How did we know? Clearly, the writers at ATG are in sync with the workless wonder. After much debate about whether to conjecture four, five, or six months more of Royal Bump Watch, we knowingly went with six.

Just call us the Waity Whisperers.

We should add that to our resume…

Artist rendition.

Sunday, January 13, 2013

And Another Thing…

Although my fabulous writing partner, FP, did a brilliant synopsis of the Duchess’s new portrait (not to be confused with the Duchess’s New Clothes), there was just one little thing I wanted to add. Okay, maybe two things…

First, there’s been a lot of talk about how awful the portrait is, but if you’ve seen the photograph that the painter used as his inspiration, it’s actually an AMAZING painting. As FP pointed out, it's an incredible likeness and actually looks exactly like the photo.  Sorry, sycophants, this is what your girl really looks like. 



Maybe people are just stupid. (They are.)

And to my second point, although the world would disagree, Dolittle is apparently “thrilled” with her new portrait. (No one loves Waity more than Waity.) But, honestly, what else is she going to say? And it occurred to me after seeing the picture below that perhaps there’s a bit more to the story than first meets the eye; perhaps since she can’t be honestly blunt, she’s sending a few subliminal messages to the painter about her true thoughts on his work.


Waity and the thrilling painter

I understand that flipping someone off is done differently in England. A single middle finger to the sky doesn’t have the same connotation as it does here in the States. But as an American, my first thought upon seeing this picture was that perhaps she’s not quite as “thrilled” as she pretends to be.