Meghan Markle’s Instagram presence has ushered in a new era where everyday posts collide with a level of self-importance rarely seen outside the realm of royalty.
Now that she’s unburdened by the constraints of royal duty, she’s treating the world to glimpses of her extraordinary life—except, by "extraordinary," we mean content indistinguishable from the average middle-aged mom’s Facebook update about local bird migrations. Her latest Instagram story features a breathtakingly ordinary clip of birds flying in a V formation, paired with the deeply profound caption, “Flying into the week with my family,” punctuated by a heart emoji. But the real pièce de résistance isn’t the video itself—it’s the moment Meghan makes sure the world knows who was behind the camera.
“Thanks to my H for capturing this,” she gushes, because why refer to her husband by his actual name when she can brand him as a trendy accessory? Forget the Duke of Sussex—Harry has now been reduced to an iPhone-wielding Insta Boyfriend, dutifully documenting the same kind of bird formations that someone’s grandmother probably filmed on her way to bingo night.
And let’s be honest—did Harry even take this video? Or is this just another classic Meghan move, a carefully curated attempt to project the image of an inseparable couple, even when reality suggests otherwise? The chances are higher that he was off somewhere squinting into the sun, given that keen observational skills have never exactly been his strong suit.
The sheer level of secondhand embarrassment is hard to ignore. This post radiates the same energy as a suburban mom proudly sharing a blurry sunrise photo with the caption “Good vibes only. Grateful.” This is the same woman who once set out to modernize the monarchy, yet here she is, posting filler content that wouldn’t even make it past the group chat in 2010. And let’s not overlook the truly pitiful attempt to pass off this clip as some sort of artistic masterpiece. Holding your phone to the sky for ten seconds is hardly groundbreaking—though, at this rate, she might as well start lobbying for a Pulitzer for Harry.
If her content trajectory continues, it’s only a matter of time before she posts a blurry hospital bracelet with the cryptic caption, “So something happened, but I don’t want to talk about it.” That’s the Meghan Markle brand in a nutshell—a bizarre blend of oversharing and calculated mystery, always just vague enough to keep people speculating.
Then there’s the undeniable overcompensation factor. Meghan simply cannot resist trying too hard, whether it’s in an interview, an Instagram post, or pretending she’s the first person to discover mindfulness. Every update oozes forced effort, as if she’s virtually screaming, “Look at me! Love me! Talk about me!” Watching her try to maintain relevance is like watching someone repeatedly refresh their own name in a Google search.
