Meghan Markle’s Instagram era—where the ordinary meets world-class self-importance. Now that she’s unshackled from royal duties, she’s blessing the world with updates from her extraordinary life.

And by extraordinary, we mean content that could easily be mistaken for a suburban mom’s Facebook post about local wildlife.

Her latest Instagram story? A gripping clip of birds flying in a V-formation, paired with the deeply profound caption: “Flying into the week with my family,” complete with a heart emoji.

But the true pièce de résistance of this post isn’t the video itself. No, it’s Meghan’s signature flair for ensuring Harry gets his due credit.

“Thanks to my H for capturing this.”

Ah yes, “my H.” Because why use his actual name when you can turn your husband into a trendy accessory? Forget the Duke of Sussex—Harry has officially been reduced to an iPhone-wielding Insta Boyfriend, snapping footage of birds like he’s auditioning for National Geographic.

And let’s be honest—did he even take this video? Or is this yet another Meghan moment of carefully crafted illusion, suggesting an inseparable bond while he was probably off doing something far less poetic?

And the cringe factor? Through the roof. This post has major “suburban mom energy”—the kind that comes with blurry sunrise photos captioned “Grateful. Good vibes only.”

Let’s not forget, this is the same woman who once aimed to modernize the monarchy. Now, she’s posting content that wouldn’t even make the cut for a family group chat.

But what’s truly laughable is the attempt to present this video as some kind of artistic masterpiece. Because nothing screams “visionary storytelling” quite like holding up an iPhone for 10 seconds. Shall we nominate “H” for a Pulitzer now?

At this rate, Meghan is only a few posts away from the ultimate social media cliché—a blurry hospital bracelet captioned “Something happened, but I don’t want to talk about it.” Her entire brand thrives on this bizarre balance of oversharing while staying cryptically vague—just enough to keep people talking.

And then there’s the overcompensation. Meghan Markle just can’t help but try too hard. Whether it’s an interview, an Instagram post, or her latest mindfulness revelation, every move screams, “Look at me! Love me! Talk about me!” It’s like watching someone refresh their own relevance in real time.

She thinks she’s effortlessly chic. She thinks calling Harry “my H” is adorable. In reality? It’s the verbal equivalent of a “Live, Laugh, Love” sign you’d find on clearance at HomeGoods.

So here’s some free advice, Meghan—just stop.