To Spare or Not to Spare the Spare

I am a seasoned public scolder of Duchess Meghan and thanks to SPARE, I am a freshly minted “hater” of Prince Harry.   But if there must be a Royal couple with a tell all book of drama, I will take the SPARE kind any day.  All jokes aside, Harry and William are a royal  proof that perhaps the next generation does better than the last. SPARE proves how boringly normal the Royal Family has become, and i welcome it. 

The brothers have turned out better than their older relatives.   At their age, their father, a future king, was a wayward husband in a heated affair with a married woman. Their mother, who didn’t even live to their present age, was  in her last days trying to relive her youth that was taken from her at 19. The people’s princess had what would be considered a racy lifestyle that was not common for a royal mother of a future king.  

Do we even need to start with Prince Andrew?  It is safe to assume, the late Queen is not rolling in her grave over SPARE. She would have taken this kind of petty drama with  princesses in tears about dresses and tiaras being the story on tabloids. It is a far cry from what she had had to deal with for decades with the older members of the Royal Family. 

While it is tempting to not spare the SPARE and dismiss the Prince and his duchess what tasteless, petulant couple they are proving to be, let’s take a moment to give a standing ovation for how far the Royals have come as a whole. Let us celebrate their transition  from the kind of scandal befitting Jerry Springer, to these cute family squabbles over dresses, tiaras and a sibling rivalry with some cheap shots being thrown by a younger brother at the balding head of his older brother, the  future King.  Keep it up gentlemen. 

Thirty years ago, did any royalist foresee  we will one day have, on our same hands that flipped through the pages of Andrew Morton’s biography, a book like Spare? Who would have predicted a supposedly tell all book about devoted, dotting royal husbands staunchly defending their ladies in wardrobe offenses, and royal or not, an all too familiar rightful meltdown of a toddler? We have after all, only been on pins and needles for five years wondering who made who cry on that fateful wedding day.    One can’t trust the tabloids over such matters after all and thankfully, we now have Prince Harry’s book with insider details. 

Can there be an agreement that perhaps the British Royal family and we can only hope,  the world too, is becoming a better place with each generation?