ÐÏࡱáÿRÿÿou Shall Mourn Her, as if to dare to do otherwise was to invite grave sanctions and social stigma.
If this was so, there is something rather frightening in the almost Orwellian overtones of being dictated to by the media in particular, of what one is supposed to think about what was no more than a car accident and the death of a self admited “thick as two planks” spoilt, brattish, adulterous, self obssessed Sloane Ranger who had left her kids to have a salacious weekend with a paunchy middle-aged equally spoilt and brattish son of a man who has subsequently shown why the British have been correct in refusing him citizenship, his conspiracy theories mean that the Americans should open him with welcome arms.
It concerns me that there were, and still are, all these people who say that despite never having met her, Diana “touched their lives”, that they felt that her most endearing attributes were her ability to empathise and her frailties. Don’t even get me started on her so-called AIDS awareness, she did not do anything other than jump on the bandwagon of Hollywood’s most fashionable charity cause (apart from themselves) because the glitz and gaudiness of Tinseltown, in all its loud Versaced grandeur, was where she seemed most comfortable, amongst all those others who were similar to her in that they had no visible talent yet they seemed to be paid zillions of doing nothing much more than being decorative, if even that in some cases. It is somewhat telling that despite her professed interest in Kind Deeds her will was such that nothing, not even one penny, was left to any charity and in fact, her death has been kinder to them financially than she would ever have been had she lived.
As for her ability to identify with Mr or Ms Everyperson, what codswallop. If anything she was an accomplished actress and she was shrewd enough in a streetsmart way, to be able to manipulate her own image. She was well known for leaking information to the media, there were those infamous photos of her meeting with a certain tabloid hack in his car during one of her probably not infrequent forays into stage-managing her own public life. People were, if anything, attracted by the glamour, the House of Windsor, in its current form, isn’t exactly known for being glamourous and she provided it with a probably much needed good public relations job. She was more in control than she wanted most to believe and the media were her co-conspirators.
She came from a distinguished lineage, the Second Lord Spencer a renowned intellect and bibliophile but the current crop do not show any indication of active intellectual activity. Before his speech at his sister’s funeral, the current Lord Spencer was known as Champagne Charlie, which really means not much more than an upper class Lager Lout, not averse to female company and a failed NBC reporter at one point, though lord knows what he was doing in that particular position. After his fleeting moment of glory, during which he managed, albeit it briefly, to save the Spencers from their ignonimity as caretakers for an expensive historical pile which had been forced to rent itself out as a convention venue, he has, of course, reverted to his previous ways, his divorce being strewn across the international media when his ex-wife teamed up with his ex-mistress.
I ask you, is this any family that you would entrust your two teenage sons to? It is telling that they have rebuffed their Spencer relatives, seen as less attractive even than the Windsors in all their functional glory. They at least, understand concepts of duty.
I make a plea to those in the world who are still obssessed with Diana, those who still buy magazines that have not slowed down in their coverage of her, those who are trying to convince themselves that they have lost someone dear to them to get a grip, to get a LIFE!
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