And now what?

Despite what Mary fangirls tell you, the truth is, Mary has become someone Frederik tolerates, or, more often than not, plain out ignores.

The latest evidence is this appalling video of them at the Tennis Legends something or other - where Frederik ignores Mary throughout. It's actually kind of sad.


Just recently, at Isabella's christening, Frederik could barely muster a half-sober look at the camera when told to put his arm around Mary. She, of course, the ultimate poser, attempts to play the Madonna (mother of Jesus, not singer) and look lovingly at the daughter she ignored throughout the christening.


How about this one? I don't think you need to be a body language expert to read what's going on with these two.

Whether it is the fact that he got married because he felt he had to and she was there and was suitable enough, and now he doesn't give a shit about her, or whether he was truly in love with the Mary he met in Sydney, tan, chunky, allegedly "natural" - I say allegedly because Mary spent her whole life wanting to climb that ladder and be someone else other than a middle-class nobody, so the tales of her crashing Olympic parties to run into Frederik again and make sure no other bogan trash could secure him tell you that there was a lot of "calculated" in Mary's supposed naturalness, but I digress.


The Mary he met in Sydney has lost 2 or 3 stone and lightened about 4 or 5 skin tones and now wears designer knickers and Chanel bags instead of that lovely Nike sportsac she used to lug around as a "promising advertising executive" - MY ASS! People who are serious about their careers do not lug THIS crap at work.

But again, I digress.

Whether Frederik was merely dragged along this marriage by time running out, the death of his beloved grandmother Ingrid, and meeting someone he thought exotic, or whether he is now disillusioned by the Frankenstein he helped create, more often than not, photos will show you that he does not give a rat's skinny ass about the woman he married. Oh sure, I can dig up a few loving photos of them exchanging smiles but those are about 10% of the photos out there.

Most of the time, Frederik can't give a shit about Mary. He can't bother to hold her hand, even when standing next to her. She matters very little to him and it shows.



Many photos also show Frederik rather exasperated with his camera-whore wife, as if telling her, "come on Mary, they have your picture, time to go!" while she delays and delays so as to stay in front of the cameras as much as possible.

I wonder if Mary knew what kind of man Frederik was when she set her trap, I wonder if she cared. I wonder if even now it matters to her, weighed against the luxury and designer frocks and not having to do anything other than wipe her skinny white ass.

Have you now realized that the man who so tenderly cried as you walked up the aisle, cries at JUST ABOUT ANYTHING? It didn't mean anything, Mary, no matter how much your fangirls go on and on about how in love he was or how touching it was. He cries. He's worse than Bill Clinton, for God's sakes. And speaking of Clinton, Frederik thinks his little Lewinsky fling was no big deal. What do you think of that? Will it be "no big deal" to you when it's your turn?


Does it matter that even on a tour of New York, which has been deemed as a major failure as no one here gave a shit about you two, when you are supposed to represent Danish culture and be images of a loving couple, HE CAN'T BOTHER TO HOLD YOUR HAND???

There you are, all skinny and white as you always wished, in your designer frock and your order of the whatever under your nonexistent boob, on a red carpet and photographers everywhere - AND HE CAN'T BE BOTHERED TO HOLD YOUR HAND!!!

I have a feeling that you are really lonely, Mary, although you do not admit it to yourself. How sad is it that the closest people to you are people in your employ, like your ladies-in-waiting, and the wives of Frederik's friends, who, let's face it, are never going to be on YOUR side, sweetheart, no matter how many kids you have. I am sure they also smiled and giggled with all of Frederik's old flames, even the ones he would have given up the throne for if he actually had the balls to threaten to do so like Haakon of Norway. But he didn't, so he married you. I hope your place in history is enough, because even if you manage to have another kid, your marriage ain't quite what you thought, and when all is said and done, all the people surrounding you have loyalties, and none of those are to you.

Happy Thanksgiving!