But seriously: What the hell, Kate? It’s a sumptuous French chateau, not a Ramada Inn — surely there was a balcony that didn’t face the road. It all fits with my theory that the younger royals really don’t mind this kind of thing. Far from it. Diana was like that: always whining about the media attention and always doing everything possible to make sure it never let up. Vanity, thy name is woman. Without a bared breast and a whiff of scandal, you become just another pretty face at boring charity events. Royals don’t get naked, but celebrities do.
I understand that part of it. What I don’t get is the infantile fascination with the resulting pictures, the expressions of “sadness” and “outrage” and the frantic search by Google’s millions to find these damned pics and have look at them already.
Really? I’m told that photographs of attractive naked women are widely available on the Internet, and that the pictures are actually in focus. Must be a voyeur thing, peeping at a pretty woman who, ostensibly, doesn’t know she’s being peeped at. Maybe it is kind of sad after all.