It’s hat season again—not just because Beyoncé’s Cowboy Carter tour is roping in celebrities left and right, but also because Harry and Meghan Markle decided to emerge in full costume-mode.
Their attempt at fashion flair landed them squarely in the territory of “What in the Walmart Royalty is this?” At the May 9th stop of Beyoncé’s tour, Harry appeared in a dark green wide-brimmed hat that all but screamed, "Help, I'm lost in America and my wife dressed me."
Naturally, Meghan—never one to skip a moment for subtle self-promotion—posted about it the very next day on Instagram. May 10th, mark it down: the day cringe went digital. A close-up of Harry’s hat revealed a bizarre collection of symbols: the British and American flags, an outline of Africa, the California bear, and the words “Archie,” “Lili,” and “My Love.” Just in case we needed reminding they have children and call each other nicknames straight out of a fanfiction blog from 2012.
Meghan captioned the post, “My husband’s hat gets a twirl,” but really it was her narrative spinning in circles again. And that hat? It looked oddly familiar—nearly identical to one Princess Catherine wore on the cover of Vogue. You know, Catherine—the effortlessly graceful royal who manages elegance without needing Instagram filters or an overworked PR team. Meghan continues to chase that image like a knockoff trying desperately to pass for couture, but always falling short.
Copying Catherine isn’t new for Meghan, but it’s reached a level that’s starting to feel unnerving—like something out of a Lifetime thriller. The same green hat, the composed expression, even the posture—it’s giving Single White Female, but with a British twist. Meanwhile, Harry is out here trying to nail American country fashion and ends up looking more like a confused rodeo clown than a style icon. Cowboy Carter? More like Beta Boy Farter. Maybe they should start a band: Harry, Meghan & The Race Baiters, opening for Beyoncé on the What Were They Thinking? tour.
The whole thing plays out like a Dr. Seuss parody—The Meghan in the Hat, complete with green waffles and jam and not a single original thought to be found. It’s all vibes and thinly veiled bitterness, wrapped in royal cosplay. In contrast, Princess Catherine could wear a trash bag and still look like she walked off a runway. Meghan could wear Catherine’s exact outfit and somehow still give off Spirit Halloween energy.
And seriously, who engraves a hat brim with personal messages? That’s not touching—it’s comedy. It’s like Etsy exploded inside a vintage thrift store. Most people simply parent their kids. These two feel the need to announce it with personalized fashion accessories. When Charles eventually crowns Camilla, don’t be surprised if Meghan shows up in a plastic tiara and a sash that reads “Still Call Me HRH.”
Some even speculate she’s tweaking her appearance to resemble Catherine more closely—allegedly, of course. But imitation can only go so far before it starts looking like obsession. When the act flops, out comes the victim card, as predictable as ever. In the end, it boils down to a clear contrast: trash versus class, imitation versus authenticity, PR Barbie and her beta sidekick versus the actual future King and Queen. This isn’t just mimicry anymore—it’s bordering on a strange fixation. From outfits to photo ops, and the optics of both, the whole thing has become more than embarrassing—it’s unsettling.
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