Her Majesty Queen Rania

Her majesty, Queen Rania, from Jordan can be seen on the TV circuit promoting her new children’s book “The Sandwich Swap.” It’s a wonderful little book about 2 young girls learning to tolerate different cultures through swapping their sandwiches …PB&J and Humus. I had never heard her speak before and was Highly impressed.

Queen Rania is a beautiful woman in her 30’s…who actually looks more like a model. She is light years from the stuffy ole vision that comes to mind when you think of a queen. You remember reading about the Monarch queens…they wore royal robes, gowns, crowns, and called out from their thrones: “Let them eat cake.”

The only disappointment I had with Queen Rania was…she wasn’t wearing her tiara. I ask…why be queen if you aren’t going to walk around with a tiara on? Isn’t that the point in the first place? Am I missing something here?

Anywho………..

In case you have the opportunity to meet Queen Rania…you should know the correct protocol so you are not considered rude, uneducated, or Royally challenged. First, you must refer to the Queen as “Majesty.” (I think I would have a hard time not snickering and humming “America the Beautiful”. For some reason all I can think of is purple mountains.)

In the Queen’s presence, women should curtsy and men should nod their heads. And men should not let their tongues hang out and drool over her.

Never turn your back on Queen Rania. She should walk out of the room first. (That totally works for me…then I would have a few minutes to look around for a few free souvenirs.)

If you are lucky enough to dine with Her Majesty…Do NOT leave the table to go the restroom during dinner. Hold it…even if your eye balls turn yellow. And when the Queen stops eating…you should too. (So I would suggest cramming it in fast….I think she eats like a bird. No foul intended.) And never, ever ask for seconds…or especially thirds.

We are not as fortunate to have a queen as part of our culture in the U.S. Unless, of course, you include Queen Latifah.

Besides…there would only be one queen for me…only one queen that I would allow to rule over me…Dairy Queen. And I would live by the mantra: “Let them eat ice cream.”

God save the Dairy Queen.