THERE'S ALWAYS BEEN SOMETHING A LITTLE SORDID about the very concept of Princess Di. It's not just that she bats her eyes at us from every tabloid, over cover lines like "The Men Who Fight to Share Her Bed," or that she's been "Dibbs" and "Squidgy" to a succession of aristocratic hunks. It's not even her claustrophobic, body-centered life-style, divided as it is between colonic irrigations and workouts and the endless trying on of clothes. The problem with Di, and the root of the British royalty's entire crisis, is that the only honest description of her occupation would have to be...
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