"Would you mind if I thrust you into the public spotlight, put your arse on display to more than a billion people, and caused you to be the subject of intense media scrutiny? And after all that, whatever you do, I will always overshadow you?"
"Okay, great! Put on this frock, sweetie."
Sometimes I wonder why Pippa Middleton hasn't yet killed the Duchess of Hogwartshire, or whatever.
Making one's sister wear this dress in front of the entire world seems cruel. Yes, Pippa Middleton pulled it off beautifully, but working out and dieting to prepare for this event must have been a full-time job. When my sister was married, she kindly chose bridesmaid dresses that allowed us to eat piles of cake and still look fantastic. I feel sorry for Pippa.
"But now she is famous. She is going to become rich off of event appearances." But perhaps Pippa Middleton never wanted this sort of scrutiny. As I am aware, she was not courting fame before her sister became a public figure. Not everyone wants to be examined by the public, or to have an Arse Appreciation Society dedicated to them on Facebook. In addition, Pippa Middleton's current celebrity--and opportunity to make gobs of money by appearing at Events--hinges on the full-time maintenance of her physical appearance. Pippa Middleton is now one of those women who is professionally good-looking. I hope this is the sort of life she would have chosen for herself.
Assuming Pippa Middleton aspired to celebrity, would being thrown into the spotlight, in a situation outside her control, compare to the satisfaction of becoming famous on her own merit? The accomplished feeling one has when one works toward a goal and finally reaches it is much different from the feeling one gets when one is told, "This is going to happen to you, whether or not you like it." I imagine that Pippa Middleton's life is a runaway train, and once Kate made her choices, Pippa had little agency.
Oh, but who cares, right? I mean, she looks fantastic in that Alexander McQueen.