Word: princess
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...there was more to playing the part than looking it. She began as a feminine icon, not a feminist one, abiding by history's demands: producing heirs, cutting ribbons, walking a conspicuous three paces behind the times. A few years and a thousand talk shows later, she became the Princess Victim, bulimic, suicidal, betrayed by a caddish paramour with a tell-all book, trapped in a loveless marriage. But that image too was fleeting, replaced by a very '90s portrait of a shrewd operator, better at public relations than all the palace spear throwers. By the time she agreed...
...along, she seemed to be saying that true royal behavior--courage and grace--was a gift possessed by outsiders. Like the Queen Mother before her, she won people's devotion by remaining devoted to them. As a princess, she embraced the baby with AIDS. But in her solo career, she sold off her evening wear at Christie's for charity, visited lepers in Indonesia, explored minefields in Bosnia. And the message she sent was a radical one: you don't need a palace to be a princess. You may even need to leave it to become...
...happen. John Lennon dies, and it could not happen. Elvis, and Grace Kelly, and shock after shock. And now this death of a young woman by whom the world had remained transfixed from the moment she first appeared before it, whose name contained the shadow of her end: Princess...
...sentimental favorite figurehead, who was authorized to sign no treaties, command no armies, make no wars. All she had was the way she looked and sounded and behaved. No model or actress could hold a candle to her. She was the image every child has of a princess--the one who can feel the pea under the mattresses, who kisses the frog, who lets down her hair from the tower window...
...picture in my library that reminds me of when I met her. As the editor of PEOPLE magazine, I was charged with covering every move she made, and one night some years ago, because the magazine had made a substantial contribution to whatever charity it was, I was Princess Diana's "escort" to a benefit performance of Falstaff by the Welsh National Opera. When I first met her that night, I thought I'd cut the ice with a little self-deprecating humor along the lines of how it was I who had perpetrated such insanely thorough coverage...