As with all royalty, there were power games in the nipple hierarchy. Cutting off a royal descendant's nipples made him ineligible for kingship. Not as subtle as poison, but undeniable evidence of his unsuitability for a kingly role. No nips, game over.
For one night, the regal and majestic qualities of royalty have you wondering about a world that never before felt so close at hand.
With nowadays technology which keeps simplifying revenue management while making crowdfunding platforms as commodities, I believe royalty based crowdfunding is set to be one of the most popular models in the next two-three years.
Just as might be said of the entire In The Space Between collection, an eclectic array of pieces that have traveled from places both significant and inconsequential to tell unique tales from a most compelling life.
As an Englishman I'd like to congratulate the Supreme Court of the United States for bringing America one step closer to monarchy.
So again, I ask, 'Who needs a tiara to live like a royal?" As a commoner with no lineage to speak of, I managed to sleep, eat, shop and even smell like a royal in a single day.
Royalty may be to London, as Wall Street is to New York, or as Hollywood is to Los Angeles, but it does not necessarily follow that one needs either a crown or a royal bloodline in order to live like a queen in England's capital city.
I am joining in the fun, naming the 10 most overrated things of 2013. Not necessarily bad (though some of them can be awful) not stupid -- just overrated.
183 years ago, on June 26th, 1830 -- at the age of 64 years, 10 months, and 5 days -- William IV became king upon the death of his older brother, George IV. (William IV is probably best known for being the uncle and predecessor of Queen Victoria.)
But seriously ya'll, I truly believe that if Jesus came back today, he would probably be holding his face in his hands in utter disbelief. In fact, I'd even bet that he'd opt for a name change.
For historical accuracy: The Federalists in the early Congresses did indeed propose the title "His High Mightiness, the President of the United States and Protector of their Liberties" for the president, but it was laughed down by James Madison and others and the simple "Mister President" was accepted instead.
Not often do I have the chance to meet with royals who care deeply about orphans. Unable to get out of meetings in Manhattan, I did the next best thi...
With The Selection sequel The Elite currently on the New York Times bestseller list, Kiera Cass is an author to be reckoned with.
It all began during my teenage years. I was gawky, shy (something I shared with the teenaged Grace Kelly, I would later learn) and, being something of a loner, I spent my weekends watching old black and white movies screened on Saturday afternoon TV.
As we are due to endure incessant royal baby chatter and HG sympathy over the coming months, I thought I'd sneak in quickly with an important lesson that HG and pregnancy sickness illustrates about evolution.
The allure and thrill of the unknown ending in an over-scripted world and the visceral encounter with the unaltered has left us drunk and horny on communal media peep shows. And to all that I ask, as hungrily and curiously as everyone, also with a lingering sense of unease -- what next?