Does my obsession with the Royal wedding make me less of the educated woman I once thought I was? I think not! We women often talk about the endless search for our own brand of unobtainium--the mysterious work/life balance. Perhaps the answer requires a little escape from both work and life. When one has had a particularly bad day or week or 14.3 minutes, why not partake in a little frivolity to make your problems at least appear frivolous? After a day full of the mental equivalent of shoveling dirt to fill in holes left by the previous shift, I find nothing wrong with plopping on the couch, glass of red in hand and soaking up the culture our forefathers fought so hard to dispel from our shores. Well, Eastern seaboard, at least. Don't think they had ventured too far west as of 1776, but then again, history is not my strong suit.
By watching the recap of the Royal wedding, I am reminded of all the dreadful worries that I do not have to worry about. For instance, I think it is safe to say that I will never have to remember when to wave and when to bow my head. Do I wave to the military officiate and bow my head to the commoners, or vice versa? I will never lay awake at night wondering what my Grand-MIL thought of my curtsy. Did I dip low enough? Too low? Did she notice my teeter to the left? Oh, the angst of it all! So need to work on my balance. What do you all suggest, yoga or pilates? And what a dreadful experience it must have been riding in an open-top horse carriage on an overcast day. Whoever said rain on your wedding day is good luck obviously never got drenched in an open carriage while wearing a white dress. And then, with all those wet horses, there's bound to be a lingering smell. I do not have to wonder if, at my own wedding, does the speak when spoken to rule apply, or am I free to prance around going "That's right! I'm a princess, bitches!" At my own wedding, I actually knew the ring bearer, flower girl and junior bridesmaid. If I was Princess Kate, about 3 hours into this day, I would be wondering who all these kids are that keep following me around. Did the Royal wedding planner hire them for the day? Oh God, are we going to get blowback in the press for violating child labor laws? And whose bright idea was it to have a fighter jet flyby? Will! You are so not getting any!
So, no folks, my eagerness to catch up on the Royal wedding highlights does not mean my brain has undergone shrinkage. It just makes me human. It also reminds me that perhaps it is time to revisit London. So much I missed there. And did anyone notice that one of the hymnals sung during the ceremony sounds eerily similar to "My country tis of thee?" Do you think that is a coincidence, or was it an intentional dig by our ancestors to fashion USA cries for liberty after popular British songs? Our national anthem carries the tune of an old English pub sing-along, after all. But, I digress.
By watching the recap of the Royal wedding, I am reminded of all the dreadful worries that I do not have to worry about. For instance, I think it is safe to say that I will never have to remember when to wave and when to bow my head. Do I wave to the military officiate and bow my head to the commoners, or vice versa? I will never lay awake at night wondering what my Grand-MIL thought of my curtsy. Did I dip low enough? Too low? Did she notice my teeter to the left? Oh, the angst of it all! So need to work on my balance. What do you all suggest, yoga or pilates? And what a dreadful experience it must have been riding in an open-top horse carriage on an overcast day. Whoever said rain on your wedding day is good luck obviously never got drenched in an open carriage while wearing a white dress. And then, with all those wet horses, there's bound to be a lingering smell. I do not have to wonder if, at my own wedding, does the speak when spoken to rule apply, or am I free to prance around going "That's right! I'm a princess, bitches!" At my own wedding, I actually knew the ring bearer, flower girl and junior bridesmaid. If I was Princess Kate, about 3 hours into this day, I would be wondering who all these kids are that keep following me around. Did the Royal wedding planner hire them for the day? Oh God, are we going to get blowback in the press for violating child labor laws? And whose bright idea was it to have a fighter jet flyby? Will! You are so not getting any!
So, no folks, my eagerness to catch up on the Royal wedding highlights does not mean my brain has undergone shrinkage. It just makes me human. It also reminds me that perhaps it is time to revisit London. So much I missed there. And did anyone notice that one of the hymnals sung during the ceremony sounds eerily similar to "My country tis of thee?" Do you think that is a coincidence, or was it an intentional dig by our ancestors to fashion USA cries for liberty after popular British songs? Our national anthem carries the tune of an old English pub sing-along, after all. But, I digress.
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