The Jackson Curse Strikes Again? Prince Jackson ENGAGED After 8 Years With Girlfriend—But Is This Love or a PR MOVE?

The internet is screaming, the tabloids are frothing, and somewhere in the heavens Michael Jackson himself is probably moonwalking in confusion because yes, it’s finally happening—Prince Jackson, the oldest son of the King of Pop, is officially engaged to his girlfriend of eight years.

Eight years! That’s longer than some celebrity marriages, longer than most TikTok trends, and honestly, longer than the shelf life of any of Paris Hilton’s reality shows.

Fans are reacting as if Prince has just announced he’s bringing back the Thriller jacket, only this time in wedding white, and the entire world wants to know what this means for the future of the Jackson dynasty.

 

The lucky lady is his longtime partner Molly Schirmang, and while their relationship has been rock solid for nearly a decade, the idea of Molly stepping into the role of Mrs.

Jackson has people acting like the final episode of a reality dating show.

One diehard fan on Twitter gasped, “I feel like this is the closest we’ll ever get to a new Jackson 5 album, but instead it’s just wedding bells. ”

Another quipped, “She better be ready to inherit a zoo, a theme park, and maybe a bedazzled glove. ”

Because really, when you marry into the Jackson family, it’s not just a ring you get.

It’s a lifetime subscription to global gossip.

Now, let’s be clear—Prince Jackson is not exactly the headline-making scandal magnet that some of his famous relatives have been.

No random chimpanzees, no mysterious surgeries, no dangling babies over balconies.

In fact, his biggest “scandal” to date is being… shockingly normal.

He went to Loyola Marymount University, studied business, and even founded a charitable organization.

That’s right.

A Jackson who actually… studies? Works? Donates? Excuse me while I pick my jaw off the floor.

 

Molly, his soon-to-be bride, has been by his side through all of it—graduations, red carpets, and family drama that could make Keeping Up With the Kardashians look like amateur hour.

But of course, because this is the Jackson family, no engagement could possibly be just an engagement.

The second the news broke, theories exploded faster than a Michael Jackson concert crowd in 1984.

“This is all part of the Jackson family’s plan to rebuild their empire,” claimed one self-proclaimed pop culture analyst (translation: a guy with 38 followers and a ring light).

Another “expert” whispered that the proposal location—reportedly somewhere intimate and romantic—was staged to avoid paparazzi.

Because clearly, when you’re a Jackson, even the way you ask someone to marry you must be treated like a covert CIA operation.

And oh, the ring.

Fans are dissecting that diamond like it’s the Zapruder film.

“It looks too big to be real,” one skeptic snarked on Instagram, while another fan zoomed in on blurry screenshots and declared, “That cut is symbolic.

It represents the King of Pop’s crown.

” Somewhere, jewelers are rolling their eyes so hard they’ve sprained a retina.

Still, the symbolism writes itself—Prince’s ring to Molly isn’t just about love, it’s about continuing a legacy built on sequins, scandals, and the smoothest moonwalk humanity has ever seen.

Let’s not forget the elephant in the room: Michael Jackson’s ghost.

Yes, you read that right.

Some fans are absolutely convinced that Michael himself had a hand in orchestrating this engagement from the great beyond.

 

One fan wrote, “Prince wouldn’t have proposed without a blessing from his dad.

I bet Michael visited him in a dream, glitter glove and all, and whispered, ‘Make that girl a PYT. ’”

Another added, “The wedding reception better include a hologram of Michael doing Billie Jean or I’m not attending. ”

Which is bold, considering none of us were invited to begin with.

Of course, weddings are not just about the couple—they’re about the guest list, and this one promises to be more dramatic than a Real Housewives reunion special.

Who from the Jackson family will show up?

Will Janet Jackson be there serving up diva energy and possibly performing “Together Again” for the couple’s first dance?

Will Paris Jackson steal the spotlight with her bohemian aesthetic and cryptic Instagram posts about “energies aligning”?

Will Blanket—sorry, Bigi—Jackson take the mic and deliver a heartfelt speech that reminds everyone the family tree is still deeply, deeply weird? And let’s not even get started on LaToya, who is probably already planning her outfit to ensure she gets photographed more than the bride.

And while the wedding itself is guaranteed to make headlines, the real tabloid gold will come after.

Will Prince and Molly have kids?

If they do, does that mean we’re entering the era of Jackson 3: The Next Generation?

Will their children be pressured into learning the moonwalk before they can even walk?

Will they be gifted with Neverland Ranch hand-me-downs like Ferris wheels, llamas, and a suspiciously sparkly glove?

 

Imagine a baby shower where the cake is shaped like a sequined fedora and the gifts include a lifetime supply of white socks.

Critics are already sharpening their knives, pointing out that eight years is a suspiciously long time to wait before proposing.

“Why now?” asked one gossip blogger.

“Was it because of pressure from the family? Did Janet slide into his DMs and say, ‘Clock’s ticking, honey’?” Others suggest Molly herself finally issued an ultimatum: “Marry me, or I’m leaking embarrassing karaoke videos of you singing Man in the Mirror off-key. ”

To be fair, that’s the kind of scandal tabloids would eat alive.

But maybe, just maybe, it’s not that deep.

Maybe Prince is just a guy who loves his girlfriend and wanted to propose when the time was right.

Nah.

That would be way too boring.

Where’s the conspiracy? Where’s the drama? Where’s Joe Jackson rising from the grave to demand a prenup in all caps?

Still, this engagement marks a new era for the Jacksons.

After decades of being defined by the glittering highs and catastrophic lows of Michael’s legacy, Prince seems determined to chart his own path.

Sure, he can’t escape the shadow of the King of Pop (seriously, it follows him everywhere like a sparkly ghost), but with Molly by his side, he’s proving that not every Jackson headline has to involve police reports, plastic surgery, or pet chimps.

Sometimes, it’s just about love.

And maybe a ridiculously shiny diamond.

As the wedding countdown begins, expect tabloids to milk this story harder than a DJ plays “Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough” at a wedding reception.

There will be speculation about the dress, the venue, the menu (do they serve cotton candy in honor of Neverland?), and the inevitable Thriller-themed bachelor party.

Fans will camp out for blurry paparazzi shots, distant drone footage, and maybe even leaked soundbites of Janet side-eyeing someone across the room.

In the end, Prince Jackson’s engagement is a rare moment of semi-normalcy in a family that has never known the word “normal. ”

But don’t worry—this is Hollywood.

Normal never lasts.

 

The engagement might be wholesome, the couple might look happy, and the ring might sparkle brighter than a disco ball, but give it time.

Someone will say something cryptic, a rumor will explode, and before we know it, we’ll all be asking: Was the wedding cake actually cursed? Did Tito object during the ceremony?

Did Michael’s hologram accidentally trip during the father-son dance?

Until then, congratulations to Prince and Molly.

May their love last longer than any of Michael’s trials, may their wedding be less chaotic than the 2002 baby-dangling incident, and may their first dance be the moment the Jacksons finally moonwalk back into the headlines for something that, for once, doesn’t involve scandal… though give it five minutes and the tabloids will find a way.