Diana threw herself from a tree onto her sister’s ex-boyfriend. She couldn’t graduate high school, so parlayed her long legs, blond hair, youth and virginity into royalty. She was no human sacrifice.
She left 17 million pounds to each of her sons, 50,000 pounds to her butler and not a shilling to Pediatric Aids research, that for which she was soliciting all your hard-earned funds her whole blessed life. She sat on a bench in front of the Taj Mahal, the ‘monument to love’ (read the back story on that one) and sighed, “Where there is no love, I can give love.” Well, apparently, there was no love in the castle in Spain because she gave it there, too. Stop glorifying her, for crying out loud. She had the most gorgeous legs and that was it.
I will continue to think her life was kind of a sad one and it's a pity it didn't go better. You go ahead and feel however you want about her.