Dear Jonny, The Royal Wedding?
What do you think of all the obsession with the royal wedding, people getting up in the middle of the night to watch it and all that shit?
I think it’s the 16th century equivalent of dirt-covered peasants scaling the castle walls to get a long, desperate look at queen Elizabeth. Television simply makes it easier for people to indulge their voyeuristic tendencies. They can sit in front of the t.v. at three in the morning, playing make-believe via eating marmalade-smeared scones washed down with steaming English breakfast tea, while staring, awe-struck, at Prince William and his bride. At that moment – in their minds – they’re part of an intoxicating fairy tale; royal by association. That allows them to forget their ordinary lives long enough to imagine what it would be like to wed a dashing prince. To become a magical princess who, as Hollywood would have us believe, lives happily ever after. Because, in the end, most people don’t.