|US pizza giant Papa John's gives the royal wedding a truly American flavor--gluttony. Image via NY Daily News.|
I was going to write a really whiny post about how I don’t give a shit about the royal wedding, about how I’m old enough to remember Charles and Diana’s wedding and how I didn’t give a shit back then either. I was going to talk about how I don’t get our culture’s fascination with marriage almost as much as I don’t get our culture’s fascination with English royalty. And, obviously, I was going reference Robin Williams' keen insight in regard to how the queen always looks as if someone were holding a very small, very fresh turd under her nose—which, coincidentally, is how I feel when someone brings up the British royal family.
But who am I to judge the fascinations of others? Some people like watching this crap, and others, like myself, concern themselves with true royalty, and by "true royalty" I mean The Real Housewives of New Jersey (OMG new season premiering in May!).
In any event, what it really comes down to is not an obsession with royalty, but rather an obsession with celebrity--a status which, at least in our society, seems to be becoming less and less earned and more and more accidental (see: royalty, reality television, Sarah Palin, Donald Trump *cough*).
Regardless, I’m glad the whole thing is over, and now we can get back to doing what Americans do best: consuming mass quantities of shitty fast food and calling each other socialists.