I, for one, have not been waiting expectantly for the last week for Kate to give birth to the royal baby. But thankfully, the little prince has arrived so now I can stop seeing inane headlines like, Top 10 parenting tips for Prince William and Kate (It goes by fast — enjoy it!), David Beckham’s parenting advice to Prince William and Kate Middleton (name him David), and my personal favourite, Snooki’s advice for Kate on new motherhood (as if Kate would take advice from someone who refers to her baby as a “royal golden nugget”). Where, oh where is the tongue-in-cheek column urging the new parents to dangle the wee nugget from the balcony for fun?
I’m not sure if I’m getting my point across so I’ll rephrase: Why do so many people care so much about someone else’s bawling, drooling bundle of joy, to the extent that there’s ridiculous online speculation about what he’ll be named, how his parents will raise him and whether he’ll have a “normal” upbringing (e.g. turn out more like Harry).
I know as a culture we tend to obsess about celebrities’ kids, talking about Apple and Moses with friends as if we actually know them (and Gwyneth, natch). And tabloids now dedicate a two-page spread to tracking the fashions and playdates of stars’ progeny, sinking so low as to pit these wee tots against one another in Who Wore it Better? It’s all so… weird. One tweet summed up Royal Baby Watch perfectly: BREAKING: Millions of British Have Nothing to Do, with a photo of the throng waiting outside the hospital for news of the birth.
Poor Kate. I’m sure all she wants to do is sit in her housecoat and cry while the wee prince turns her fun bags into tender no-go zones, but instead she has to look fabulous when leaving the hospital. And Will is probably dying to sneak out to the pub with Harry for beers, but no. He has to change his first diaper.
It will go on now for days, months, years. He-who-at-some-point-will-be-named will make front page news when he attends a polo match with Dad, turns a week old, pretty much every time he burps and sharts (watch out for the poonamis, Kate — they’re messy). And people will eat it up and feed the monarch media machine. So please, let’s all get over it, stop speculating and do something practical. Send Kate some baby wipes… and a Diaper Genie.