Princess Jenna's Mother's Day Gift to Her Mama:
A series of headlines that are unrelated to her father's massively embarrassing persona.
Things I could care less about, on a scale of 1-richter:
King George's daughter's wedding.
Yes. She's marrying someone. Yes, she's super-socialite a la creme de super-duper. Sure, the (if the words de la Renta mean anything, were probably prohibitive) wedding costs won't be giving her apoplexy for a long-term period, even if she did do her damnedest to scrimp and find inexpensive-yet-still-lovely-and-chic, diy ways to make the big day beautiful and memorable (okay, I might possibly be projecting, since I still have some ranty issues leftover from my own wedding that was already quite awhile hence). Even though we know she didn't have to scrimp. She possibly has never heard the word in any context whatsoever, other than at a big shrimp-barbecue party an elegant soirée involving grilled seafood, and someone, in an exceptionally drunken blunder, said "scrimp" when they meant to say "shrimp." Because she comes from royalty. Er, money. Yippee. Congrats.
Meanwhile, please tell me, in an age where people can barely make ends meet, and the price of bread, never mind fuel, is through the roof, and homelessness numbers soar, and all of this is thanks to the little lady's daddy - please explain to me why I should be remotely interested in her nuptials?
If I never have to hear her name, or her father's name (unless it's "George W. Bush has been sentenced to...") again, it will be too soon.
Go away, aristocratic brats. You're not so popular as you'd have it.
Royal crown notwithstanding.















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