I have a confession to make… I’m so not into this whole “Royal Wedding” thing.
I. Just. Don’t. Get. The. Big. Deal.
I have many friends who are completely enthralled with the upcoming nuptials of Kate and what’s-his-name. (See, I can’t even recall his name at the moment. That is how detached I am from this experience.) In fact, my pal Lara was just quoted in the New York Times about it. (Wow, by the way. Kudos to Lara.)
I find the hulabaloo rather intense and uncomfortable. (There is even a website with a live stream of the ceremony. And, ahem, an official Twitter stream. And a Lego mega-creation.) And estimated two billion people are expected to tune in. WHY, MAY I ASK, IS THIS SO IMPORTANT TO THE WORLD?
In my quest to find others with the same viewpoint, I went searching across the Internets and found this Tweet from Fake AP Stylebook: “About 176,938 reporters are covering the Royal Wedding, or three for every person actually interested in the story.” HA. Glad to know that I am not alone. At least a little bit.
I’m not really certain as to why the upcoming Royal Wedding has me so uninspired. After all, many years ago, I myself was riveted to the television watching Princess Diana wed Prince Charles in a fantasy wedding. Of course, I was 10 at the time and still all about fairy tales and Prince Charming.
What is wrong with me? Am I just jaded? Am I insensitive?
I know one thing, however, come Friday morning you won’t likely find me watching the festivities while drinking tea and eating scones.
As a side note: I do, of course, hope that their marriage succeeds. Why wouldn’t I? My sincere wish is that Kate Middleton assumes a humanitarian role similar to that of her future husband’s mother Diana. Wouldn’t that be wonderful? Now THAT I would eat a scone for!