Man Meat Monday Tuesday #15

I'm sorry for missing Man Meat Monday for the second week in a row. However, in light of recent events, I felt compelled to write something a bit more meaningful last night. Don't worry - I'm back to my trivial ways for a particularly relevant slice of Man Meat.

Prince Harry

Claim to Fame: Prince of Wales

Birthday: September 15, 1984

For the record, I loved Prince Harry way before Wills started going bald and lost his female fanbase. In the winter of 2003, my family went to London for a week-long vacation and I spent the entire time searching for him. He initiated my bizarre love of redheads and to this day, he remains my #1 ginger. Creepy Honesty Hour: While reading Lord of the Flies in English class sophomore year, I pretended that the character Jack Merridew was Prince Harry and although he is actually the novel's villain, I fell in love with him.

But seriously, there is a lot to love about Prince Harry. Although he lives a very privileged life, he has tried his hardest to be as normal as possible. He enrolled in the British military and courageously served on the front line in the War in Afghanistan. In fact, when many urged him to stay in Britain (because he was a high-value target), he said, "There's no way I'm going to put myself through Sandhurst and then sit on my arse back home while my boys are out fighting for their country." *swoon*

While William serves as the polite, straight-laced prince, Harry fills the ever-attractive role of rebellious bad boy. He's athletic and particularly loves rugby and polo. Contrary to popular belief, this ginger has quite a soul - he often volunteers with various charities and has worked extensively with children orphaned by HIV/AIDS in Lesotho. Oh, that's right. I forgot to mention that delicious accent.



Best video ever after the 1:00 mark.

Random Tidbit: His full name is Henry Charles Albert David Windsor.

Only downfall?: He's a bit too much of a bad boy for me. Over the years, he's been in trouble for underage drinking, smoking pot, dressing up as a Nazi for a costume party, and lashing out in anger and hitting paparazzi members. Yikes.

Let's be honest. Harry absolutely stole the show at the royal wedding. My favorite part? When he snuck a peek at Kate while she was walking down the aisle and whispered this to Wills:



So, readers: It's your turn. Can you get past the color of the royal carpet?

I know I can. In fact, if Brittany, Princess of Wales didn't sound so much like a fat joke, I would have started sending Harry love letters long ago.