Meeting Royalty: The Queen, Caroline Kennedy, and Me
Huffington Post - 9 months
I watched the excellent biopic, The Queen the other night and was struck by the exacting rules of behavior one is to follow when in the presence of the queen of England: bow or curtsey when you meet her; never turn your back to her; she offers your hand, you never offer yours. A little War of Independence waged in me every time the characters marched through these formalities. I imagined myself meeting Her Highness with my hand audaciously outstretched. I'm just that much of a rebel.
In actuality, I'm sure I'd follow every behavioral rule because I want people to like me. Or maybe I wouldn't. In truth, sometimes I don't care one whit what anyone thinks of me, and sometimes I seem to care about nothing else. It's a natural consequence of being human, I think, whether you're a prince or a peasant. It must be very confusing and unnatural to treat someone as above you in every way, which is why the English have these rules. Fortunately, as a non-celebrity American, I doubt I'll ever meet
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