When I read this 1997 essay about the death of Diana (recently linked at XXFactor), and I found myself nodding along. The author says that modern women’s over-the-top fascination with princess-hood isn’t just a craving for everything foofy and romantic—but points to a deeper longing:
t is the rare little girl who wants to grow up to be queen. To wish to be a princess is not simply to aspire upward, to royalty; it is also to aspire to perpetual daughter-hood, to permanent shelter. To dependency.
But, as Diana’s life demonstrated, that radical dependency bore terrible fruit:
[F]or all her fame and her 36 years and her accomplished motherhood and her millions, the life of a princess...READ MORE