Gen X Journey

Now if you have not heard of Princess Mary then I can only assume the following

• you are not Danish
• you are not Australian
• you never read women’s magazines
• you never watch TV
• you have never seen the movie The Prince and I

So briefly the Genxipedia version of Mary’s life. Gen X girl Mary was born in Tasmania, Australia in 1972. She had a wonderful childhood, freezing in the wilds of Tasmania, riding her horse Diana (true–I did not make that up–Freudian or what?).

Then she went to university, had a few relationships, went to Princess school and met Prince Frederick of Denmark at a pub during the Sydney Olympics in 2000. The Queen approved (which is a good thing because if she hadn’t then poof there would go Freddy’s right to the throne), she learned Danish and they got married in 2004. The next year she gave birth to a boy called Christian and two years later a girl called Isabella. And now she’s pregnant with twins.

Sorry if all the above sounded as though I’m gushing, but I am. I am in awe of someone who has got it all together and got it all so right. And hasn’t that girl undergone a metamorphosis? She’s perfect. She’s got an enviable figure despite two kid, though God knows what twins will do to it–oh that’s right–nothing. There was that brief problem with Mary’s Shock Weight Loss as reported by that doyen of factual journalism Woman’s Day, but she quickly whacked on a few kilos and that went away. The hair is perfect and the clothes pay tribute to Danish designers. Heck she even recycles them.

And how’s the prince she bagged? Good looking, has all his hair, ears pinned nicely to the side of his head, seems a good bloke. Oh there I go–all gushy again.

So why has Mary made a go of it while poor old Diana did not. I really think it comes down to life experience. Mary was 32 when she married Frederick. Obviously she’d been around the block a few times. Diana was a 19 year old virgin–apparently she had to undergo testing to prove it. Ironically this did not matter when Prince Charles married Camilla who he’d been shagging for yonks, many, many years later.

I actually find all this compulsory virgin stuff a bit disturbing. I’m guessing Kate Middleton won’t have to go through that because she and William have been together for years and heaven knows that boy would give a new meaning to blue balls if he and Kate hadn’t been having a roll in the hay on a regular basis.

Also Mary snagged Frederick. No wonder poor old Diana ran around with all the wrong sort of men if Charles was the yardstick she had to measure men. Yes, the same Charles who wanted to be Camilla’s tampon. Gosh the lure of the throne must be strong. If a man wanted to be my tampon I get a restraining order placed on him.

The other thing is that Mary doesn’t play the dangerous media game that Diana engaged in. For ultimately that was Diana’s undoing (oh that and the small matter of the car crash). Mary just goes around being all nice and natural, though she has taken to speaking in this weird way–referring to herself in the third person pronoun by calling herself one not me. Anyway except for one nasty biography published last year, the media still love Mary.

So for all those little (and big girls) living out there with their Cinderella complex, you have a role model. Her name is Princess Mary and she has given hope to any girl who wants to hang around a pub waiting for her prince to come. Only trouble is you might have to settle for a few tradies along the way.

Disclaimer: There is no book called How to Be a Perfect Princess by Princess Mary of Denmark. However should she decide to ever write it I have copywrite on the title. Email me Mary and we’ll discuss terms. Image