Inherently Different

The One About Delusions of Grandeur

I just ended up on a blog written by a woman who considers herself a princess. I realized that I’ve landed on a number of blogs in the past year or so that claim to be written by self-entitled “princesses” (what’s the plural of a princess? princei?). I did a search… somewhere in the vicinity of 206,000 blogs make reference to “princess” in some form or another. We’ll just assume that half of that number are really blogs written by women (or men?) who claim royalty.

That’s 100,000 delusional women who have lost touch with reality. I rank self-proclaimed princesses right down there with people who put clothes on cats. To those poor, misguided women I just have this to say:

You’re not a princess. You’re not even special. There are over 6 billion people on this planet, at least half of which are women, so you’ve got your work cut out for you if you want anyone to believe you’re a princess. Unless you’re related to Willy or Harry in merry ol’ England, the King of Brunei, or Crown Prince Naruhito in Japan, you’re just a girl… a plain, everyday, wholly ordinary girl with more imagination than sense.

3 thoughts on “The One About Delusions of Grandeur”

  1. What’s worse are those annoying teenagers (usually blondes) who have the words “Princess” or “Cutie” printed on the butt of their shorts or sweats.

  2. I only “claim” to be “hard working”. I’m obviously too entrenched in the internet to actually qualify for pay…

    Anyway, I wanted to comment on the organic foods with orgasmic prices. Congrats! I hope I’ve converted your sensibilities; I certainly don’t always practice what I preach (by a long shot), but I definitely feel better after eating unsprayed grapes. If they were at conventional prices, I’d be in heaven. Or, apparently, Maui.

    Happy Holidaze, Ed Dearie!

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