🎬👑Prince Harry—still MIA from the self-love circus—has politely declined a starring role in Meghan’s second series of With Love, Meghan. Which is fair, considering season one left him looking like a half-sedated extra who wandered onto set after mistaking it for a petting zoo. Now, stripped of her ginger co-star, Meghan has gone full solo act: Duchess of Drama, Queen of Platitudes, Patron Saint of Eyebrow-Raising Self-Regard.
🎭 The Netflix Soap Opera Nobody Subscribed To
Here’s the setup: Meghan, perched in her $14 million pastel palace, pens syrupy “love notes” to humanity. Sounds lovely—until you realize they read like rejected Goop blog drafts. “With Love” is pitched as compassion in a box, but what arrives feels closer to a monthly subscription to hollow Instagram captions:
✨ “Be kind.”
✨ “Shine bright.”
✨ “Ignore the peasants.”
Harry’s absence is the best production decision yet. No more hostage-vibe cameos of him nodding vacantly while Meghan waxes poetic about “healing” through scented candles and matching beige sweaters. Honestly, the man looks happier poloing with random billionaires than serving as a prop in Montecito Marie Antoinette’s lifestyle infomercial.
And yet, Netflix apparently thinks we need this sequel. Why? Because nothing screams “must-see television” like watching a woman with a mansion, private chef, and organic chicken coop tell the rest of us how to “connect with our authentic selves.” Yes, Meghan—between dodging eviction notices and inhaling instant noodles, we too are finding our authenticity. 🍜👠
🥂 The Self-Care Spectacle
Season two promises “more intimate stories,” which is code for “more recycled Pinterest quotes read over B-roll of expensive candles.” At this point, With Love, Meghan is less TV show and more hostage video for the soul. Meghan earnestly packages herself as both star and savior—except instead of saving the world, she’s saving her brand. Think less Diana, more Delusion.
Harry, meanwhile, may have finally found his freedom—not from the royal family, but from this Netflix fever dream. His absence feels like a man dodging a karaoke duet with someone who only sings Adele and insists on eye contact the entire time. Brave. Heroic. Relatable.
🔥 Challenges🔥
Could you stomach another season of With Love, Meghan without reaching for the remote—or would you rather binge the Home Shopping Network at 3 a.m.? 🛒📺
Does Harry’s absence make him a silent genius—or just a man hiding in the garden shed, praying Netflix forgets his number? 😂
👇 Sound off in the blog comments. Roast, defend, or confess your guilty pleasure.
The funniest and fiercest takes will be published in the magazine. 🖊️🔥
Chameleon Magazine 
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