There’s a meme doing the rounds at the moment.
‘In a world full of Kardashians, be a Diana’, it urges. Which makes me wonder a couple of things:
1. If anyone reading it really remembers the late Princess, and
2. In a world made up of about 50 per cent women, is my choice really reduced to just these two options?
The image of Diana is an iconic one: taken by her favourite photographer, Mario Testino, it was published in black and white in 1997 for Vanity Fair. She wears a strapless, dark velvet dress and gazes serenely down the lens. Her hair is short, slicked back. There isn't a royal jewel to be seen. Diana has sealed her place as a different kind of princess: a loving, hands-on mum, a tireless advocate for charities that previously struggled for traction - leprosy, AIDS - and a cover girl.
She and Prince Charles have divorced after a long separation, and she has fallen in love at least once (with Pakistani heart surgeon Hasnat Khan). She has drawn back from public commitments to combine "a meaningful public role with a more private life".
She is at the height of her beauty and seemingly at peace with her position as one of the most famous, and admired, women on the face of the earth.