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| The Queen flanked by her sister and husband. (Real men don't wear tiaras.) |
Halfway through the fourth season of The Crown, a mawkish soap opera with a dash of history thrown in just to make you feel like it's not a total waste of time, I have come to the following conclusions: 1. The Royal Family sucks. 2. The British people are insane. These two facts become evident somewhere around the start of Season 3, but by then you are hooked.
Hooked on what? Seeing the gorgeous sets and fantastic scenery, hearing the very cool music, and gaping at the the outlandish wealth and opulent lifestyle you could not imagine having in your wildest dreams. The acting is pretty good too, in fact some of it is so great that you start hating a lot of the characters.
Having never paid attention to all that stuff, I was shocked to learn how absolutely awful the daily lives of the Royals are. Sure they have 26 different homes (castles and palaces would be more accurate) to live in, and about 50 Rolls Royces, maybe more, to ferry them from one to another when the mood strikes. When it's raining, servants dressed in ridiculous uniforms hold umbrellas over them. They have people who dress them from top to bottom, as they stand motionless like the dummies they are. Servants meet their every need, except for brushing their teeth and wiping their butts on the toilet. (We did have the honor of seeing the Queen on that particular throne two times just to make the point.)
We also get to see the beautiful Princess Diana shoveling food down her gullet like a Christmas goose, then vomiting it all up into the toilet. Yes, she was pretty, but this show highlights her clearly moronic side. Still my husband and I hurry through dinner to see what's next for the Royal Family. It's an addiction for sure, but at least we don't vomit after watching it.
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