I’ll admit to enjoying Spare, written by Prince Harry of Wales. But I can’t quite dismiss the fact that he lives a ridiculously privileged life.
Don’t get me wrong—to hear him tell it, he’s done some good things with his time on earth, and he seems like as regular a guy as you can be when you’re born into royalty. But his troubles and challenges rise from circumstances that are really difficult to relate to.
The most glaring example of this, besides the lecherous and relentless press, is the frequency with which he traveled to get away from it all, to clear his head—to exotic places, like Botswana. My quiet place involves sitting on the couch in the basement with the dehumidifier providing some white noise. Harry hops on a plane, body guards in tow, and flies to South Africa, or Australia, or Vegas.
Quite unrelatable, in many ways, but entertaining. It’s been enlightening, from the perspective of getting some behind-the-scenes scoops, but I won’t be joining the Royal Family fan club anytime soon.
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