Monday, August 27, 2007

Jump One, Jump Twosday #8: Dead Royalty

Same rules as always: I give you the names of two people. You have to choose which one you would jump. Do not let your sexual orientation get in the way of playing. Do not let the living status of the options get in your way. You must choose one of the two. Suicide is not an option. “Jump,” of course, is a polite way of saying “having your way with sexually.” (But you knew that, didn't you?)

This week, I'm putting forth a couple of dead people. One was a princess of the people. One was as close to an American prince as you can get. (Not counting the artist formerly and once again known as Prince.)

Jump One is the very beloved and still very dead Princess Diana. I'm guessing there is no point in going into any detail explaining who she was. We all know, right?

Jump Two is the former heartthrob and still very dead John F. Kennedy, Jr. I'll make a leap of faith that not as many of us know the details ad nauseam of his life, but we know enough to make a good jump decision.

So who's it going to be?
Jump One?
Princess Diana
Jump Two?
John F. Kennedy, Jr.
At least with both contenders dead there's none of that fear of being seen as a necrophiliac because I choose a dead one over a live one. I have to admit that I was much more moved by Diana's death than I'd really like to publicly acknowledge. I was not one of the hordes of young women watching the wedding. I didn't follow her life. I didn't care about her or Prince Charles or any of that. But I became involved with a Brit and I gave birth to my half-Brit boy in late 1996. When she died 10 years ago August 31, I cried. I watched the coverage. I watched the funeral. I thought of those two boys without their mum. And I transferred it all onto me and mine.

I paid more attention to John-John from the get-go. I had idol worship when it came to his father and his uncle. I attribute that to my parents being from Massachusetts and my being a sucker for accents. [The latter explains, in part, my involvement -- to this day -- with my Brit husband.] Anyway, when he launched George magazine, I paid attention. I thought he was smart. I thought he was good looking. I thought he would do the world good. Instead, he downed his plane in the ocean before achieving much of anything.

It's a tough one for me, kids, but I'm going to have to go with Di. Was some of her life pure silliness? Yeah. But some of it was meaningful and had an impact on the less fortunate -- those with AIDS and those threatened by land mines are two large groups of people who come to mind. And she seemed to try to do right by her sons. I'm jumping One.

How about you? Wanna play?


Anonymous said...

Same goes for me as far as Princess Di's death - I didn't really know why either. I'd pick her over JohnJohn too.

Jill said...

i am going to have to jump john john hands down... and i have to also say that i found his tribute pictures following his death - very, very attactive... in fact - i want him more dead than alive.

Becky said...

Princess Di was just so... appealing, in many ways... but I'll definitely stay on this side of the pond and go with JFK Jr... I've been fascinated w/ the Kennedy fam since I was a young girl, and have mercy, the man was good-looking. Like father... like son.

Starchy said...

Oh, John, definitely! Yum, yum, yum!

Anonymous said...

Diana. Not a Kenndey fan, although he was very yummy, she was just so classy and beautiful!

D... said...

I love both of them. I'm going with John-John just because he's a guy & he's cute.

Jillie Bean (AKA Bubba's Sis) said...

Loved Di, but I'll jump John John, too. He's hot.

Rebecca said...

Well, this seems as apt a place for me to "jump" in as any (groan)...

Linked from your comment on Somewhere Over The Pond. Love your writing and find your PR-maven-turned-Mom experiences all too familiar. Bookmarking you now, as soon as I play along.

Even if I weren't a bit Dianaed out from all of the local UK coverage of the anniversary of her death, my vote would be for JohnJohn here. The only word that comes to mind is "yummy." I shared his Boston roots and watched George closely, too. Plus, his plane went down during my rehearsal dinner and the news of his death reached the world as I was preparing for my wedding. So it's kind of like my marriage and JFK Jr. are intrinsically intertwined. Long shot? Perhaps. But it makes for a nice fantasy world... :)


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