The American review. Hits the nail on the head;
I watched Meghan Markleâs new cringey Netflix lifestyle show, so you donât have to. Okay, I admit, I actually gave up after a few episodes because it was too unbearable even to hate-watch for long.
To be honest, Meghan kind of reminds me of the female robot at the beginning of that creepy new movie âCompanion,â with the saccharine sweetness bar all dialed up. By that I mean, programmed and fake. Does she speak 10 languages? Maybe not, but she puts FLOWERS in crudites (and knows how to pronounce it).
Meghan markle netflix show review
The female robot in companion.
Ick.
Correction â Meghan Sussex, or whatever she calls herself now. In case you missed it, Meghan snapped at âfriendâ Mindy Kaling in one sugary episode when Mindy referred to her as âMeghan Markleâ because sheâs supposedly changed her last name. Donât the royals go by Mountbatten-Windsor or Wales? Isnât her real name Rachel? I thought she didnât want to be royalty because theyâre a bunch of racists (a claim that crumbled upon scrutiny). Has she even been to Sussex more than a couple times? Oh, never mind.
Hereâs the problem with Meghanâs âtrad wife from Montecitoâ metamorphosis (I thought she was a liberal feminist? Who is she, today?) Itâs inauthentic. Real trad wives are actually living the life, and they donât preach insufferable wokeness at us every chance they get (as sheâs done in the past). Theyâre connected to their extended families, and they donât live to merch.
Meghanâs not really a trained cook, sheâs never made beeâs wax candles before, sheâs estranged from both sides of her family, people have told other publications that sheâs not actually very nice to people, itâs not even her real house, and the âfriendsâ are B List celebrities she hasnât known for that long (like her wedding, attended by George Clooney, Oprah and a single family member).
In short, she symbolizes everything wrong with modern, influencer, merching, look-at-me culture.
We donât get to see Lili or Archie in this make-believe candyland, and Harry, insufferably referred to as âH,â only speaks 17 words across eight episodes.
Instead, we get to see Meghan grating lemon zest on a cake, dumping packaged spaghetti ânoodlesâ into a pan with âblisteredâ tomatoes, making rainbows out of fruit (how innovative!), and prancing around someone elseâs kitchen that none of us can afford (especially now with inflation), when sheâs not teaching us how to fill jars with homemade bath salts to make our houseguests feel so cared for. Just like her.
At one point, she actually said, âLetâs get some honey, honey.â
Iâm a Midwestern mom with multiple jobs. I donât have time to make jars of lavender-tinged bath salts for houseguests or bake a three-layer raspberry studded lemon cake with homemade preserves carefully piped between each layer out of a plastic sandwich bag. Wish I did.
I also donât have time (or the money, frankly) to harvest honey with a borrowed beekeeper and turn it into carefully crafted homemade candles. I just buy them for $5.99 at the Piggly Wiggly. Donât get me wrong. I admire people who have time for those things, and maybe we should all find a way to slow down. Everyone loves a clever DIY hack. I enjoy cooking homemade meals for loved ones, and maybe I should put Trader Joeâs peanut butter pretzels into neatly wrapped plastic bags with a bow for house guests like Meghan says she does. My mom and friends come over for movie nights, but they donât usually stay for a bath.
My grandpa used to tap trees in the woods to make his own homemade maple syrup here in Wisconsin, and it was the best syrup I ever tasted, so I am all for things like that. We need to move away as a culture from a processed, mass-produced society to something more real and healthy. Just ask RFK Jr.
The problem is that Meghanâs show feels like the former even as it pushes the latter.
Donât get me wrong. I like watching Pioneer Woman, Ina Garten, and even Giada, if I can get past her faux-Italian accent. Cooking shows are a good way to clear oneâs mind from the negativity in the news. I might even check out Pamela Andersonâs new lifestyle show (which eerily resembles Meghanâs, apparently) because I like how Pamelaâs evolved. I find her transformation interesting. I like how sheâs embracing aging and dares to go to awards shows without makeup, and I want her to succeed because she seems authentic and nice. Thatâs the key word here. Authentic.
There are two big problems with Meghanâs version of this.
Sheâs not likable. And she doesnât seem genuine. She seems like sheâs playing the kind of person she wants us all to believe she really is â a role. So she can profit off it. Maybe itâs her head-spinning list of reincarnations thatâs confusing. What happened to the podcast?
Weâve moved into the Age of Authenticity, where candid conversations on three-hour podcasts help people win elections, you need actual talent (not just a title or mother wound), and people appreciate those who acknowledge their imperfections (like Pamela without makeup). Weâve moved out of the age of scripted and edited TV, air-brushed celebrity, and careful curation, and into the rambunctious world of TikTok and Facebook reels. Meghanâs latest venture feels very 2019 â or earlier, frozen in the Time of the Tig.
Her show is basically a Pinterest Board. If youâre going to do a Pinterest show, at least make the hacks interesting. I donât need Meghan Markle to tell me that I can form blueberries and strawberries into a rainbow or put sliced cucumbers on a plate. And, sorry, but Iâm not going to sprinkle little flowers on the plate. My daughter would probably say, âMom, why are there little flowers in my carrots?â
I canât figure out who Meghan Markle really is, and therein lies the true problem. If youâre going to cry racism on Oprah, please have facts to back it up. Donât lecture us about climate change while jetting around in private planes. And leave Kate alone.
There might be an audience for the real Meghan, with all her obvious imperfections. Who among us is perfect? I certainly am not. We loved Princess Diana because she was like us; she had traumas, and we related to her pain and loneliness. She didnât copy others; she led from the heart (such as when she clutched the hand of an AIDS victim). Diana was real. Iâm still not over the sadness of her death. I got up at 4 a.m. as a kid to watch her wedding.
It might be interesting to see a glimpse into Meghanâs actual life behind-the-scenes with Prince Harry and the kids. Iâd be curious to see her actual house and Lili, not just from behind. Iâd be curious to learn what she is REALLY like. But then you have to deliver that. This doesnât.
Meghanâs new show is about how great her life is, how perfect, how wonderful she is, and what a great Stepford Wife⊠er hostess she is. Itâs a lesson in narcissism. âDonât you want to be like me?â is the message. âYou can be like me!â But the rest of us are just trying to pay the bills.
Sheâs been dubbed âmeagainâ and this show is basically âMe, me, me, again!â Look, she makes honey from real bees! She turns them into candles! She puts little leaves on lemon cake! She has tea parties in a flower-festooned gazebo in a floral dress and makes balloon arches! She cooks in white shirts but never gets a stain on them! When sheâs not uttering banal cliches or drawing them on a chalkboard with perfect calligraphy, sheâs gasping in awe for the cameras and informing us (again and again) how great she is, how wonderful her life is, how family-focused she is⊠except.
Except she didnât film the show in her actual house; we donât see it. Itâs someone elseâs rented mansion.
We all know the real story. She is estranged from her dad, and her half sister, and her half brother, and the rest of her momâs family, and her best friend from high school, and her father in law (the King of England), and her stepmother-in-law, and her brother-in-law, and her sister-in-law, and her previous best friend Jessica Mulroney and the entire country of England and⊠you get the point. She ghosted Piers Morgan, supposedly.
Who is Meghan Markle, really? It appears that she is whatever she thinks she can merch, at the moment.
In that way, she is a symbol of everything that is wrong with culture. The late Queen, who didnât deserve the stress the Sussexes heaped on her at the tail end of her life, embodied values worth emulating. Duty, honor, country. In short, service. She didnât give interviews, didnât complain, didnât politicize, and didnât commercialize. In so doing, she became a truly unifying figure.
True royals donât merch.
Maybe the Netflix series IS the real Meghan Markle.
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