It was with a curious mix of emotions that I watched the video sent out by Catherine, The Princess of Wales, to announce to the world that she had cancer. There was shock to hear that someone so young and fit had been diagnosed with the disease. There was sorrow that a mother with three small children would have to deal with the depredations that cancer wreaks. And yes, there was shame that a woman had been bullied on a global scale into disclosing a condition that she would have preferred to keep private.
And make no mistake. Catherine was pushed into revealing her medical details by a world that had gone stark raving mad speculating about what was wrong with her, where she was, and why wouldn’t she reveal herself to the public. For once, the British media (including the much-derided tabloids) were more discreet, but across the pond, conspiracy theories were the order of the day. Social media is always a cesspit and it didn’t disappoint this time either. But when a late-night talk show host like Stephen Colbert starts clambering aboard the conspiracy wagon, you have to admit that there is something seriously wrong with our world. (The only voice of sanity in this entire mess was Jimmy Kimmel, who asked why we couldn’t leave the Princess alone to recover from what was clearly major abdominal surgery.)
Now that Catherine has come forward to announce her condition, I hope all those who were using her as fodder for their social media clout are feeling ashamed of themselves (though I suspect shame is not an emotion they are familiar with). And it wasn’t just Internet trolls who were mocking her for having a Brazilian butt lift. Even normal people – some of whom I even regarded as friends – went down the rabbit hole to speculate that she was a victim of domestic violence or even that she had been killed and the royal family were complicit in some kind of cover-up.
{{/usCountry}}Now that Catherine has come forward to announce her condition, I hope all those who were using her as fodder for their social media clout are feeling ashamed of themselves (though I suspect shame is not an emotion they are familiar with). And it wasn’t just Internet trolls who were mocking her for having a Brazilian butt lift. Even normal people – some of whom I even regarded as friends – went down the rabbit hole to speculate that she was a victim of domestic violence or even that she had been killed and the royal family were complicit in some kind of cover-up.
{{/usCountry}}I know. It’s batshit crazy. But it seems to be par for the course these days when it comes to celebrity coverage in the media. And even if we didn’t indulge ourselves this time round, all of us are guilty to some extent. All of us have participated in this kind of prurience at one time or another, losing sight of the fact that, at the end of the day, there is a human being at the centre of the story.
So, what is it that makes us feel that we are entitled to the bodies of others – and to every last bit of information about their bodies? Why must we know what kind of surgery Catherine had? Why is it necessary that she tell us what sort of cancer she was diagnosed with and at what stage? Why must she do her hair and make-up and appear on video to reassure us that she is getting treated, getting stronger, and getting support from her husband?
Why can’t we leave well alone, when it comes to celebrities? Why are we so invested in their lives that we feel that they must share every detail with us? Are our lives really so empty that we needs must fill them with those of others? It really doesn’t bear thinking about.