Assuming there was a King, they had no real power. They had to sit on a throne and be dressed up all of the time. They were weak, pampered, and overall boring.
Then, if there were no King, they ruled with an iron fist or succumbed miserably to the pressures. They were only powerful, because they were never able to marry, and were therefore always lived in fear of being second-rate.
Being daddy's princess never sat well with me. I don't want to be my dad's princess, unless my brothers were his princes. And who ever saw a baby boy wearing "daddy's prince" across his chubby tummy?
Besides, kings and queens are so foreign to my American reality, that I really only think of ancient institutions at best and the self entitlement that plagues so many of us at worst. I don't gawk at wealth or prestige, nor do I readily obey someone just because they happen to have a higher education, more money, a better tan, etc. (Although, I may jump to my feet if they have grey hair, are pregnant, or look like they are going to pass out.)
And,, I'm not alone.
So, all the more reason why it means a heck of a lot that I proudly, happily, and humbly bow to Mary, Queen of the Universe and pray that she fashion me into a more perfect vassal for the King of Kings.
What do you think?
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