It's like they expected the royal treatment. Of course, if you're a conspiracy theorist, that includes persecution and death by drunken driver in a Parisian tunnel. I don't think that's what they meant, though.
Why does "the royal treatment" remind me of jelly and something vaguely obscene?
The royal treatment implies a lot of entitlement. Is it right to expect other people to treat you better than anyone else? What does it say about those people? Is it really the royal treatment if all your treaters are sycophants?
I dated a guy once who said that men want to hear compliments even if they're not true. I didn't comprehend this at the time. Could men really be that shallow that flattery of any kind would please their fragile egos? Yes. A lie is worth a thousand truths when it comes to illusions -- or delusions -- of grandeur.
What if someone demands the royal treatment and I refuse? Will I get thrown in jail, but in the stocks, subjected to the rack, tarred and feathered?
"Anarchy isn't always a good thing." That's what my dad told me yesterday when I related to him how I freaked out at a camping party in the desert. Everyone was trying to break the rules, and I was clamoring to have them imposed upon me again.
Royals aren't so special. I'm finally coming to that realization after years of being indoctrinated by Diana's charm and Williams', well, hotness. Why do they have so much freaking money? Is the government paying them off in hopes that they might stave off a possible coup? That's the only explanation I can think of.
