Today marks the beginning of a four-day celebration of the Platinum Jubilee in honour of Queen Elizabeth’s 70-year reign. I bear no ill will against the Queen and wish her a long life. But I really can’t muster any enthusiasm for this event…or for the monarchy as an institution. I am therefore taking this occasion to re-run a post I wrote a few years back about my utter disinterest in the British Royals…
I realize that I’m an outlier on all things royal wedding. Just the other day, a close friend in America texted to ask me what I was doing Saturday afternoon.
“Umm, taking an improv acting class,” I answered. “Like I do every Saturday. Why?”
“Why?” she repeated, three eye-rolling emojis materializing on my screen. “It’s the Royal Wedding!” Like countless others, she plans to wake at 4 a.m. Saturday to take in the entire rigmarole.
When it comes to Prince Harry’s marriage to Meghan Markle, there are those like Sarah Jessica Parker and the entire British press corps, who are over the moon with elation. And then there are the few, the proud, the ones like me who really wish the whole thing would just go away.
Read the rest of this post over on USA Today…