Entire cottage industries have sprung up in recent years, dedicated to the bashing of Meghan Markel, actress and wife of Britain’s Prince Harry. So, when her latest lifestyle show entitled, “With Love, Meghan” appeared on Netflix, I was prepared to roll my eyes with the rest of them. But then something strange happened.
I not only like this show. My God, I think I need it.
Let’s face it, America is having rough sledding these days. Anxiety is prevalent as we’re subjected to a tough, round-the-clock, daily news cycle. So, when a show comes along that promotes beauty, friendship, good food, and nature, I’m there.
I’ve heard other women say the same about “With Love, Meghan.” They went in, ready to smirk, but got drawn into the luscious homegrown honey, handmade scented candles, and tea parties in the garden with little sandwiches shaped like ladybugs.
Meghan is obviously beautiful, privileged, and wealthy. She’s very “California” and a tad “airy-fairy” with her endless homemade jams and perfectly assembled fresh fruit platters for children (shaped and colored like rainbows, of course). Exhaustively-thoughtful gifts abound with homemade, flavored popcorn, gourmet dog greets, and baskets of freshly picked garden vegetables (make sure you keep the leaves on for a prettier presentation). Every present is bedecked with a colorful ribbon and labeled for the recipient in Meghan’s own pretty handwriting.
Yet despite her earnestness and steely determination to do good, I like Megan Markel.
Her love of cooking, entertaining, and creating a beautiful life with her bare hands, seems genuine. After all, before any of us heard of her, she produced a successful lifestyle blog called The Tig.
Growing up a child of color in Los Angeles, she didn’t have an elite childhood. And yet she became a top student and later studied at Northwestern University. As a college junior, she worked in the American Embassy of Buenos Aires where she became bi-lingual. After that, she was known as “Rachel,” a character on the television series, “Suits” for seven seasons.
Oh, and there was that little stint in England when she became Duchess of Sussex after marrying Britain’s Prince Harry. (By the way, you barely see him in this series, it’s way too girlie). Personally, I’m glad she and Harry found a new life in America, no longer daily fodder for the ravenous British press, but that’s another blog post.
Many are quick to dismiss Meghan—here and across the pond. Some say she’s a conniving gold-digger, even though she’s spent much of her life interested in helping women and children. She loves the camera too much. (Well, she was an actress). She just won’t go away. (So, stop looking at her!)
Instead, I see a fascinating, passionate woman who’s not afraid to take risks. I like spending time with her on this show and am not surprised it was renewed for a second season.
Who knew? These days, if the world is too much, where do I turn? Why to Meghan, of course. There, I’ll be treated to homemade potstickers, sun tea, and herb-infused summer cocktails.
Sigh. At least for me, Meghan’s too hard to resist.
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