On the Royal Wedding

If you hadn't heard...Prince William is getting married.  To a "middle class" girl. AKA. A millionaire who isn't inbred.  AKA She isn't royal.  Now. Call me cynical..and I admittedly am...but this whole shenanigan just seems a little ridiculous.  We are supposed to drop everything we're doing, wake up at the BUTT CRACK OF DAWN (coverage for this bad boy starts at 4 am friday, FOUR AM!) to watch a balding, reltively unattractive man get married in a wedding that holds a price tag so large it could probably feed all of Africa for the rest of the century.  

I love watching the today show.  The headlines go something like this: The earthquake destroyed Japan, crazy nuclear disaster.  Libya is cray cray, what the crap is going on? Gas prices are so high you're probably going to need to take out a second mortgage. WHAT DESIGNER IS KATE MIDDLETON GOING TO WEAR AT HER WEDDING??? OMG!! I LOVE THE ROYAL WEDDING!!!!! 

Also. Really TLC? I have always counted on your for something to watch if nothing else is on.  Now if I want to watch you, my only option involves watching normally respectable people start drooling and awing over these two getting married.  WHAT IS THE BIG DEAL? WHAT IS THE PURPOSE OF THE BRITISH MONARCHY? I DON'T UNDERSTAND. 

Maybe this all stems back to the fact that my dad never called me his little princess and I have never had dreams of marrying a prince.  Let's be real...it all sounds pretty miserable.  Everyone freaking out all the time over what you're wearing...risking your life every time you walk out the door because some manic photographer is trying to get a picture of you in your sweat pants so he can retire to Jamaica. This stuff is a crazy biz.  

Ah well. Rant over. 

Peace, Love and the Common Man, 

Claire