From solidarity to salacious gossip, there was something for everyone, but are we complicit in feeding a monster?
Look, it doesn’t matter if you watched it or not. It doesn’t matter if your entire being cleaves to the desire to see justice done for a brutally traduced should-be princess, or convulses in fear for the wellbeing of a thousand-year-old monarchy at the hands of another evil American divorcee, or reckons the entire House of Windsor and anyone who comes within a corgi’s yap of it should be guillotined with a blade made of melted Buck House railings. You are going to find yourself assailed on all sides by reports – hello from this one, by the way! – of Mrs Duchess Meghan and Prince Ginger Duke Harry California-Sussex’s tell-all/tell-quite-a-lot/tell-almost-nothing really and absorbing all the major points and almost all the minor details by cultural osmosis anyway … so give in now. Watch it. Enjoy it however you see fit.
Really, there was something for everyone. As Meghan – alone at first then joined for the last third or so by Harry – took her seat indirectly, un-adversarially opposite Oprah on a beautiful terrace at the luxurious LA home of a mutual friend, you could almost see the ghosts of Hedda Hopper and Louella Parsons gather to enjoy this celebrity interview of celebrity interviews by a woman whose patented blend of warmth, empathy and persistence makes her still the best in the business.
