Camila or bust

The bad.

The ugly.

The old woman.

The other.

Camila Parker-Bowles has spent her entire life enduring, and losing, the most hateful comparisons.

Those that confront a woman with other women in her family, even if it is politics.

First, with Diana Spencer, the aggrieved wife of her lover, the then heir Charles of England, a global icon of the unbeatable cocktail of youth, misfortune and beauty.

Later, with her

-in-law , Catalina Middleton, a pristine image of the modern wife and mother.

Since then, Camila has swallowed cinchona hectoliters and has expanded hers.

But the woman whom the journalist Lola Galán, then correspondent for EL PAÍS in the United Kingdom, introduced us to the Spaniards in 1995 as "a blonde lady who looks like each and every one of her 47 years" has known how to impeccably maintain the Type.

She continues to look like each and every one of the 75 years she is today, a brand-new queen consort by the work and grace of her late majesty, her mother-in-law Elizabeth II, who finally wanted to give her her place, leaving written "if you love me, respect her."

But, with her fighting crow's feet, her post-Brexit barcode, and her slack cheeks free of the acid that sure oozes her intelligence, I bet it's Camila who wears the crown in that house.

You just had to see her roll her eyes in the background of the historical plane seeing the Majesty's tantrum coming from her husband in the famous episode of take the inkwell from me there.

Yes, that unmistakable gesture of couples of decades of "forgive him, that's Charles: he has a terrible time, but then he's nobody".

That's how I imagine it these days.

Resolute and to the point with a washed face,

dressed for walking around Windsor and combed in her unchanging London fog-comb, making her new rooms her own and pocketing everyone, starting with the servants, just in case.

She is neither a model nor does she claim to be.

She is neither a saint nor does she want to appear so.

There will be those who continue to consider her the old, the ugly or the bad of that movie.

But she is no longer the other.

Diana is history and Catalina has to wait her turn sitting down.

That unfaithful lady whose unfaithful prince wanted to be her tampax, has earned the respect of the British by being herself without airs or trifles.

I bet she, without the vigor of yesteryear, she'll have sex in Buckingham Palace again.

And I am glad.

just in case.

It is neither a model nor does it claim to be.

She is neither a saint nor does she want to appear so.

There will be those who continue to consider her the old, the ugly or the bad of that movie.

But she is no longer the other.

Diana is history and Catalina has to wait her turn sitting down.

That unfaithful lady whose unfaithful prince wanted to be her tampax, has earned the respect of the British by being herself without airs or trifles.

I bet she, without the vigor of yesteryear, she'll have sex in Buckingham Palace again.

And I am glad.

just in case.

It is neither a model nor does it claim to be.

She is neither a saint nor does she want to appear so.

There will be those who continue to consider her the old, the ugly or the bad of that movie.

But she is no longer the other.

Diana is history and Catalina has to wait her turn sitting down.

That unfaithful lady whose unfaithful prince wanted to be her tampax, has earned the respect of the British by being herself without airs or trifles.

I bet she, without the vigor of yesteryear, she'll have sex in Buckingham Palace again.

And I am glad.

She has earned the respect of the British based on being herself without airs or trifles.

I bet she, without the vigor of yesteryear, she'll have sex in Buckingham Palace again.

And I am glad.

She has earned the respect of the British based on being herself without airs or trifles.

I bet she, without the vigor of yesteryear, she'll have sex in Buckingham Palace again.

And I am glad.

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