So the Belgians got a new King this weekend, and King Philippe brought with him four blonde princes and princesses. The girl not awkwardly squinting like an amateur is now the first in line to the Belgian throne, a job which I assume requires little more than attending operas and cracking champagne bottles over cruise ships. (I would be so good at that job.)
I like Princess Elisabeth’s strong, confident wave, her bold red outfit, and the political nothingness that comes from being the Future Queen of the Belgians. I have no problems with her, and I wish her well.
This will be the only royal news for the week.
Just kidding. The Duchess of Cambridge is in labor. I have to cover that mess.