Regina

In case you've been in a cave for the last few weeks, I'll let you in on a not-so-little secret, Kate and Wills are now royally hitched. 

The monarchy is alive and well if our tea and scone sales at the cafe yesterday were anything to go by. So, I was born in a Commonwealth country, and I'm currently living in a Commonwealth country. Every day I see Queen Elizabeth II staring back at me on the currency I use. I sat in high school, and later in law school, and listened to my teachers and lecturers respectively, speak about the significance of 'Regina' in our system of government. The Union Jack even has pride of placement on the Australian flag. So how is it that an exchange of vows has made me feel more inherently British than all of these things put together? 

The hype around the event stirred mixed feelings in me. Part of me wanted to embrace the tradition and ceremony of it all, and another part of me wanted to be severed from all autocratic ties completely. I'll admit, I didn't see any of the footage. It aired at 4am here in Tronts, which is a timeslot that I like to give priority to sleeping. I don't think I'd even get up at 4am for my own wedding. The extent of my royal wedding experience was looking at a few photographs online. The dress was lovely and the little frowning flower girl was cute/funny and all that crap. I enjoyed it, if for nothing other than the chance to have a good perve at a very well put-together woman. But when it boils down to it, it's just a wedding. An extremely lavish wedding watched by millions of people worldwide, but just a wedding all the same.

So what's the fascination? I thought about this for a while and I came to the conclusion that maybe, just maybe, people want some good news. For one day they don't want to hear about pointless wars or gun violence or children being mauled by dingoes. They want fashion and romance, and they want to believe in fairytale love. And surely there's nothing wrong with that.