I really don't understand the fuss surrounding this monolith of a Royal Wedding. It's just two people getting married, one of which happens to have a royal title. Big fucking deal.
It seems 90% of women around the country are ogling it because it represents their pathetic ideal of their perfect, fairytale wedding that they've dreamed of since they were a child and will eventually forcefully impose on some downtrodden, and soon to be empty-pocketed man.
I just couldn't give a crap. Prince William seems like a genuinely nice chap and Kate Middleton seems nice too, if somewhat dead behind the eyes due to her relentless media coverage. I wish them all the best but bloody hell if I was them I'd be running a mile. The media are clambering over each other the provide the best coverage they possibly can of the wedding, bringing out as many simpering, sycophantic big-guns as they can to ooh and ahh over the rich people they wish they were mates with. The public are holding fucking street parties for fuck sake. Seriously? At what other point in your life would you hold a party in the street for a wedding of some people you don't even know? Oh sorry, I forget last week a party was held in London for the wedding of Bob and Mary up in Inverness. Complete strangers but clearly it's the done thing now.
Let them get married, congratulate them and get on with your lives. Stop the sycophantic wank fest and cover something more important. You know perhaps something like the fact that Japan is still utterly devastated from the Tsunami. Apparently that event never happened now, other than the odd report on the "stricken" (seriously, I've never been so sick of that word) nuclear plant at Fukushima.
I'm off to sit in a dark room and cry. Actually I need to get ready and go into town to pick up my renewed prescription of anti-depressants. A hint of predictable irony there perhaps?
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