I turned on my (1960s) transistor radio this morning as I prepared to make breakfast for my two young wards 1 and heard some Masterpiece Theatre-y music. That's not normal for Saturday 7 am AM Radio. It took me a few seconds to realize that it was coverage of The Royal Wedding, featuring Meghan Markle and Prince Harry.
Three thoughts occurred to me immediately and simultaneously:
(1) How is it possible that we still consider some people to be Royal in the 21st Century?
(2) Why on earth does anyone give even an ittybitty shit about two rich people getting married?
(3) Is marriage still a thing? I realize this might be the two divorces speaking, but I find it hard to wrap my mind around the idea that in this day there are people who are game to look each other in the eye and say they are ready, willing, and able to "forsake all others" for the next fifty or sixty years. Sounds like bullshit to me . . . and I do have statistical evidence on my side. 40 to 50% of first marriages end in divorce, and the % gets worse after that. And then there's the cheating, of course. I'm sure there's a big overlap between the % of people who cheat on their marriage partners and the % of people who get divorced, but I know there's at least some area of incongruity, as I know married couples who have stayed married after one of them has cheated. ANYway . . . I am 100% sure that the majority of human beings are not capable of staying with one sexual partner for their entire lives. 2
I couldn't switch the station because my 1960s transistor radio only gets one station. So I continued to listen as I fried some eggs and made some pancakes. It was amazing. The "newscaster" described every movement the wedding participants made--"Meghan smiles and nods" kind of shit. At which point it actually became kind of funny, so at least there was that. But I finished breakfast before Prince Harry could say his vows, so I'm not 100% sure that it all worked out the way it was supposed to work out.
Want to guess how much of a shit I give about that?
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1 Neither of whom is named Dick Grayson.
2 And I will reveal the depths of my naiveté when I add that I find this statement to be very sad.
P.S. Just for giggles and shits, I posted a tweet on this very topic 45 minutes ago.
Not Senator Macron level by any means, but still . . . I'll bet that's 340 more hits that this post gets. Just sayin', sir.
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