I was on a family vacation in Mexico when things blew up about the whereabouts of Kate Middleton, whose real name is Princess Catherine. It was too juicy of a story to ignore, so I abandoned my family on the beach and wrote for two hours in my hotel room. Yes, it’s slightly deranged, but I couldn’t miss out on the party. 

Last week, I was horrified at the vile, dehumanizing, misogynistic stuff on the Internet about Kate. As someone who once had a serious operation, I can completely understand her demands for privacy and time to heal. No woman — not even the future Queen of England — should be forced into the public, because some low-IQ children on TikTok want to see the surgical incisions on her stomach. I also wrote that I was slightly suspicious about the motivations of the haters. 

Yesterday, she and her husband did a speedy shopping trip to a farmer’s marketknowing that someone would take a picture and put it on the Internet. She’s walking, smiling, and looking as slim as ever. Yet, this wasn’t good enough for the Internet haters, who began doing their own forensic examinations of the picture from the parent’s basement. They say it’s not her. Oookkkaayyyy….

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