Kate Middleton vs. me
Kate lives in a posh area of London.
Kristin lived on the outskirts of London. One hour commute each way.
Kate no doubt has a private car service to chauffeur her to and from the destinations of her choice.
Kristin battles the late bus, and/or pays for an [overpriced, takes the long way because I’m an American, almost kills us in the process] taxi.
Kate has a fully functioning, fully lit, fully private bathroom for her use.
Kristin first has a bathroom with no lock [walking in on me while showering can only “accidently” happen so many times, host brothers], and then switched to a bathroom which was not only hot-water-less, but also light-less, and shower-less. I mean, who doesn’t enjoy cold baths in the dark?
Kate enjoys the couture and high fashion of London.
Kristin thinks the Top Shop is overpriced.
Kate has a private entrance into Buckingham Palace and private guards.
Kristin needs to battle with commonfolk to get a glimpse at the soldiers hired to protect her.
Kate has never travelled on the tube.
Kristin has never travelled without being on the tube
Kate most definitely didn’t marry Prince William when she played “lets pretend we date Prince William and Prince Harry” as a child with her best friend.
Kristin did. And even believed it would come to fruition. [Have I ever mentioned that I had a vast imagination as a child?]
When Kate wears fancy hats, she looks regal.
When Kristin wears fancy hats, she looks ridiculous.
Kate is engaged to a prince.
Kristin still is not.
Sometimes life is not fair. Now, I will just live vicariously through her, as I did Diana.
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