So over the Royal Wedding before it even starts
I am having a really hard time getting excited about the royal
wedding.
Oh sure, I know it’s a big deal and all, but excuse me while I
yawn.
We’re all being bombarded with news of the impeding union
between Prince William and the lovely Kate Middleton. It’s on April
29. At Westminster Abbey in London. Surely you know that by
now.
So over the Royal Wedding before it even starts
I am having a really hard time getting excited about the royal wedding.
Oh sure, I know it’s a big deal and all, but excuse me while I yawn.
We’re all being bombarded with news of the impeding union between Prince William and the lovely Kate Middleton. It’s on April 29. At Westminster Abbey in London. Surely you know that by now.
When the engagement was first announced, I was pleased, because they do make a stunning couple, and it just seemed so right. It fulfills all those fairytale fantasies from when we were little: “Once upon a time, the handsome prince married the beautiful maiden, and they lived happily ever after.”
So much for childhood dreams. Now we have every website in the universe giving us Will-Kate updates 24/7. “Best Royal Wedding Coverage EVER!” one site screams, although that is not the site that is the official wedding site: www.officialroyalwedding2011.com. (Really. Not making it up.)
And the coverage, although mostly speculative, is endless.
What will the wedding dress look like? What does her engagement ring look like? What will the ceremony include? What kind of wedding cake will they serve? What guests will be in attendance? It goes on … and on … and on …
There are official royal wedding souvenirs for sale. There are royal wedding tours being offered in London. Royal wedding teas are being organized among the common folk. There are songs that have been written about the upcoming event. There is even a comic book about the couple.
I don’t think any event has ever been scrutinized quite this closely in the entire history of civilization.
I’m getting awfully tired of it, and it’s still two weeks away.
Well, maybe it’s just sour grapes on my part. Maybe I’m feeling a tad miffed because I didn’t get an invitation. (And let’s face it, a lot of people didn’t, including the President and First Lady.)
No, that’s not it. I guess I just don’t care.
There are so many things in the media today that, frankly, don’t mean much to me, despite the fact that I am told frequently that I should care, and care deeply, about them.
The royal wedding is one. Fashions that I find just plain ugly are another.
Shoes, these days, just baffle me. So many of them resemble medieval torture devices that they make my feet hurt just looking at them. And yet women wear them. Go figure.
And then there’s leggings. I’ve told you how I feel about leggings in past columns. Been there, done that, back in the 1980s. I’m over that style.
And then there’s red lipstick. How long have fashion magazines been trying to brainwash me into wearing lipstick? Just about my whole life.
I am not a lipstick gal, and I have recently been vindicated. Men were surveyed to see whether they thought red lipstick was sexy, and 80 percent of them did not. They don’t find it kissable.
See what I mean? Why has the red lipstick thing been promoted all these years when few people really like it? It’s a mystery for the ages.
As for the royal wedding, I feel that maybe there was a chance I could have liked it, but being bombarded with constant wedding news was not the way to do it.
And there, the mystery is why we should care about what some royals do in another country that has no real meaning to most of us. Other than satisfying that longing for a happy ending to a fairy-tale romance.
I don’t care … that much, anyway … but I do wish happiness to William and Kate. I hope they do live happily ever after, and with a minimum of official royal wedding souvenirs.
