The latest round of the British royal soap opera, Carry On Up the Windsors, has occasioned much gnashing of teeth. Many times we have been told that the antics of the Duke and Duchess of Sussex have imperilled the royal family itself.
It’s a stretch. Yes, the young prince had a youthful career that included getting naked in a Las Vegas hotel suite and dressing as a Nazi to a fancy-dress party, as well as more regular falling-out-of-nightclub moments. Yes, he has sought some publicity recently, despite claiming he wanted to move to North America to escape the glare of the rapacious tabloid media.
But in six hours of Netflix documentary, the Sussexes revealed little of note. They met on Instagram. Their first date was at Soho House. They dressed up as animals for Halloween. Kate refused to lend Meghan a lipgloss. Not really Hamlet. The only institution imperilled was the Netflix accounting department.
Harry’s memoir, , was more forthcoming with the juice, but in unexpected ways. While he moaned a bit about his father and brother, as any self-respecting younger brother would, and urged the entire family to seek therapy, the target of his
