Meghan Markle seems to have an endless supply of ways to keep herself in the spotlight, and her latest attempt is as absurd as it is entertaining.
In yet another bizarre publicity stunt, she has reportedly purchased beekeeping suits for Prince Harry, Archie, and Lilibet. This revelation comes on the heels of her infamous beekeeping claims, which have been widely questioned. The sheer ridiculousness of it all makes it feel like a scene straight out of a satirical sitcom.
Imagine Meghan, dressed in a spotless beekeeping suit, reacting to the presence of bees as if she’s never encountered an insect in her life. She gasps in amazement, giggles uncontrollably, and blurts out statements like, “Wow, look at them! Oh my gosh, that one has orange pollen! That one’s yellow! Look how big this one is! What are they even doing?” Her exaggerated fascination is reminiscent of a teenager discovering something completely mundane for the first time. It’s difficult to reconcile this childlike wonder with the same woman who has been accused of treating staff, family members, and even pets with cold indifference. Yet here she is, whispering sweet nothings to bees, as if they were her new best friends.
According to her beekeeper, Meghan has never been stung—unsurprising, considering she likely spends little time near the actual bees. This entire charade has nothing to do with a genuine interest in beekeeping and everything to do with trying to overshadow the Princess of Wales, who actually tends to her own hives at Anmer Hall. Unlike Meghan, who relies on a paid beekeeper to handle the real work, Catherine has been known to care for her bees herself. Even Netflix confirmed that the beekeeping footage in Meghan’s documentary wasn’t filmed at her home, further proving that this is just another carefully curated illusion.
It’s hard to ignore how strange it is for a woman approaching her mid-forties to behave like a giddy teenager. Meghan has a long history of mimicking youthful aesthetics, from the way she speaks to the way she presents herself. The most telling evidence of her fabricated beekeeping persona comes from a screenshot in her Netflix cooking series. In the image, she is seen handling honey with no protective gear—no gloves, no veil, no smoker, and, oddly enough, no visible bees. Anyone with even basic knowledge of beekeeping knows that harvesting honey near a hive without protection is a recipe for chaos. A real beekeeper even pointed out that it takes just one bee catching the scent of honey for the entire hive to swarm. Yet, in Meghan’s version of reality, the bees must have miraculously decided to take a day off.
The beekeeping suits and staged footage are nothing more than props for an ongoing performance. Meghan’s pattern is clear—she puts on the costume, plays the part, takes a few photos, and moves on to her next passion project, which inevitably turns out to be just as artificial as the last. Everything she does seems to be a second-rate imitation of someone more successful. Her beekeeping endeavor appears to be a blatant attempt to emulate the Princess of Wales, just as her Netflix show title was allegedly lifted from Pamela Anderson. Even her cooking scenes were reportedly staged, with a rented home serving as the backdrop. The way she drizzles honey—holding it up two feet in the air as if it were some avant-garde art performance—only adds to the ridiculousness.
For someone with nearly unlimited resources, it’s almost impressive how Meghan manages to fail at everything she attempts. No matter how much effort she puts into these carefully orchestrated roles, they always seem to fall flat. She is neither a beekeeper, a chef, nor a relatable figure. Instead, she is a perpetual performer, dressing up in meticulously styled outfits to create the illusion of depth and talent. The irony is that she could have simply admitted she found beekeeping interesting and hired an expert to manage the hives. But that wouldn’t have been enough—she had to position herself as the queen bee of beekeeping. The result? A spectacle so contrived that it borders on self-parody.
