With Love from the Slums of Montecito

Meghan likes to pretend she’s a domestic diva who drips in wealth and generosity. She plays one on Netflix after all. And she revels like a narc at misleading regular people into believing she lives in a palace, but in reality she rents space like the pauper she is for photo and film shoots.

Her real place is nothing special. It’s aged and weathered. Not well maintained. It likely leaky. Sounds like the owner, right? We’ve only ever seen select rooms. Those rooms she has shown are remarkably unremarkable. It’s dank neo-Italianate.

And she only has that one place. Her fair-weather friends in high places have wealth beyond her wildest dreams and own multiple homes in the most sought after locales. This makes Meghan so very sad.

But she has only herself to blame. Because she had it all. She had Frogmore Cottage and ACCESS. Access to the finest luxury properties in the world. The best, largest, and most historic estates in the UK. Full-time security. Child care and children’s education covered. All expenses paid pretty much for anything she ever needed.

But she fucked it all up by being the greedy bitch that she is. Oh how the mighty have fallen. Even though she despised Frogmore Cottage, it hurt like a mother to have King Charles take it all away. Ouch.

Then, she splashed it across the news that she was going to buy a new villa in Portugal. Nope, never happened. You’d think by now she’d have another home in NYC. Paris. Maybe even Toronto. Harry is up there talking about real estate after all. But she’s come up short. As ever. Again.

Instead, she has to resort to worming her way into people’s vacation homes. And she never reciprocates. She’s just a wannabe Housewife of Montecito. Never one to host. Have we ever seen or heard about parties at the Olive Garden? Truth is, it would never pass the high standards of the people she tries to move with.

Which takes us all back to With Love. It’s her fantasy. She is putting on a bad act of entertaining “friends.” But she has no hospitality in her bones. And her “friends” are disposable. Once the filming ends, she is back to her old self. A despicable bully who has to crawl back to her home freak home in the slums of Montecito.