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“She Never Learns”: Meghan Markle’s Harper’s Bazaar Moment Sends The Internet Into Meltdown

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As has become almost routine, Meghan Markle is once again at the center of criticism over her behavior.

The latest wave began on Wednesday (November 19), after Harper’s Bazaar released a new cover story describing an unusual moment during the interview process.

According to the article, when the journalist arrived at a friend’s Upper East Side brownstone to meet Meghan, the house manager formally announced, “Meghan, Duchess of Sussex,” even though the only person there to hear it was the interviewer.

Online reactions ranged from disbelief to ridicule, with some mocking what they saw as unnecessary theatrics. The New York Post seized on the moment, declaring that Meghan had reached “truly comic levels of self-importance.”

Harper’s Bazaar Portrays a Woman Reclaiming Her Story

The Harper’s Bazaar feature, titled “Meghan’s Moment,” aimed to present Meghan as stepping confidently into a new chapter—free from the influence of critics and the expectations of others. But for many who already view her skeptically, the scene of her being formally announced in an empty house undercut that message immediately.

“We’re in a grand brownstone on the Upper East Side that belongs to one of Meghan’s friends. When I enter, the house manager announces, ‘Meghan, Duchess of Sussex,’ even though we appear to be the only other two people in the house,” the article reads.

To some readers, the formality felt staged; to the Post, it served as confirmation of “Markle’s inflated ego.” A commenter summed up the sentiment bluntly: “She has just been a failure and her moment has long passed.”

Readers Question Both Harper’s and the Post

While the Post was slammed for leaning too heavily into mockery, others felt Harper’s Bazaar was not being entirely neutral either.

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