Royal Titles

It seems they’re having a bit of a row across the big pond these days.
Prince Charles is getting ready to marry Camilla Parker-Bowles, the love of his life and the woman suspected as the catalyst in the famous break-up between Charles and Diana.
The problem is what to call Parker-Bowles in the event that Charles becomes king.
I find it ironic, since the people and the British press have had no problem in deciding what to call her for the last few years, usually a title featuring an upper-case “B.”
Apparently, the British subjects have collectively accepted the nuptials, but are adamant that she should not be referred to as “Princess” anybody, and most importantly, never gets to wear the title of “Queen” should Charles do the unthinkable and actually outlive the Queen Mother.
(My money is on Liz.)
Charles has had a rough time, spending his life preparing to wear a crown that his mommy absolutely will not allow him to play with.
Okay, he’s put his foot in it a time or two, an ugly divorce and the Parker-Bowles affair, but overall he’s been a pretty patient guy.
You’ve never seen a picture of the Prince in the royal limo, surrounded by royal concubines, putting royal white powder up his prodigious royal nose.
He’s probably got as many skeletons in his closet as your average B-list rock star, but he’s put up a good front.
I’m not sure why the queen won’t let him take over.
She has witnessed recent historical examples of what can happen when someone rules a country, then is forced to sit by and watch how things turn out when his son takes over.
She might have a point.
It’s tough in this country to grasp the whole issue of titles when we can’t even handle something as simple as adding a prefix of “Mr.” or “Ms.” when addressing elders, but apparently it’s important to the Brits.
It appears the ruling family has landed on the title “Princess Consort” for Camilla.
Funny, since it actually sounds like the title of a royal concubine.
So the wedding will go on, not in a big church like the first go-round, but with more of a Las Vegas flavor, with the ceremony taking place in a Town Hall.
Now, if we could just get Elvis to perform the vows, it would be perfect.
A Prince getting married by The King.