"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
AWK. WARD. That about sums up this vanity trip to Greenland. Yrma is not a relaxed or natural person. This is just embarrassing. Daisy, girl. What were you thinking? You were not giving the Danes the benefit of the doubt. Joachim's divorce from the popular Alexandra would not have brought down your house. Alex has behaved beautifully in public. Joachim's strong desire for a happy home life got him a new wife and double the babies in no time. Fred could have then taken his time to meet and marry a nice noble girl, or even - gasp! - a nice Danish girl. No Mary. No Bogansons sluuuuuuuuuuuurping at the royal trough. No Looker Me! Tours to Oz. No spending taxpayers' kroner on Prada and Hugo Boss while a princess pockets the sell back profits via Haberdash.
Even this video is painful to watch. Mary is so socially inept and awkward. She is so fully occupying her own headspace that she cannot think about others' comfort at all, a cornerstone of a true royal. Mary is no royal. She's a self-conscious narcissist hoping that someone, anyone will notice her and rescue her from the hell of having to do semi-taxing things like talk to people and thank people for organising this event. She walks into a room as if the Australian media might be there to bask in her (hard) glow. Delusional. She makes everyone around her so uncomfortable. Even the damn Australian bear is relegated to the sidelines without Mary bringing him in for interaction with the children. What a bogan and a fool.