The world will be watching Windsor Castle on 19th May, and I will be doing the same.
Like most women, my focus will be on Meghan Markle: the dress, the hair, the jewels, the make up. I’m woman enough to admit I’m excited. I even expect I’ll shed a few tears:
10 percent in the name of “I’m a middle-aged woman and I fondly recall the hope of youth.”
10 percent in the name of “I can’t believe Harry didn’t choose me.”
80 percent in the name of “God damn it, the girl has done it. Woo hoo!”
That’s right – I’ll be cheering as this proud Woman of Colour does something that hasn’t been done before – marry into the very traditional institution of the British royal family.
It’s not an achievement in terms of giving hope to WOC around the world that they too can be a royal one day. We all know that’s utter B.S. Sadly.
No – this is about representation.
As a woman of colour I could not be any more happier for Prince Harry and Megan Markle???? who’d have thought we’d see the day a black woman would be an embraced royal????????#RoyalEngagement #blackprincess
— Talulah-Eve☄️ (@TalulahEve) November 27, 2017