“And we’ll never be royals
It don’t run in our blood
That kind of lux just ain’t for us
We crave a different kind of buzz
Let me be your ruler, you can call me Queen B
And baby I’ll rule (I’ll rule I’ll rule I’ll rule)
Let me live that fantasy”
From the lovely, wise, groundbreaking poet known to mankind as Lorde. For those of you familiar with the song, you’re welcome for getting it stuck in your heads, my pleasure. It wasn’t totally random though, as my theme for today just so happens to be, yep, you’ve guessed it; the Royal Wedding.
I think I’m allowed to be a “typical” girl every-once in a while and fawn over mushy things, and this is going to be one of the mushy things I choose. Sorry, not sorry.
Fun fact about Nicole (that’s me!): I am actually a hopeless romantic. That statement would blow a lot of people’s minds within my social circles. Mainly because I do kind of come across as this hardened, ultra focused, super strategic powerhouse who is nauseated at the slightest romantic gesture. But, that’s actually the complete opposite of who I am. I think I’ve allowed myself to be perceived that way because it has protected me from unnecessary distractions in a lot of environments. So of course the Hallmark Channel is one of my favorite channels on TV. Again…all of the mush.
Another fun fact: My parents are immigrants from Barbados. Barbados is a beautiful island in the Carribean that used to be a British colony, meaning it was under British rule. Even after Barbados gained its independence in 1966, England was still very involved with the little island. My mother recalls many times in her childhood where she and others of all ages lined the streets in their school uniforms to wave at and welcome the royal family during their visits to the island. To this day there remains a very heavy British influence on the education and political system in Barbados. I attended school there when I lived on the island for a brief period of time, Barbados was actually my first formal education experience, and yes, very British.
Anyway, back to the royals!
Why are we sooooo obsessed? Is it because we want to be them!? Do I secretly want to be Meghan Markle and stumble upon a prince charming who ACTUALLY turns out to be AN ACTUAL PRINCE CHARMING!? No actually. I can’t speak for your affections, but I do know why my mother is so entranced and I wonder if there are others who share her validation for being quite moved by the royal wedding. The reason: Princess Diana.
My mother and many others adored her. I was 6 when she died so I was not as involved with her celebrity as my mother was, but I understood that her death was a heartbreak felt around the world. She was treated poorly, and then she was dead, leaving two young boys alone to navigate the crazy, press riddled world of royalty without her.
Mothers around the world felt for them, my mother said they became the worlds children. People wanted to know that they were okay. They watched nervously as Prince Harry rebelled and acted out while holding their breath. They read tabloids that splashed terrible things about the young prince’s mother across the world. They hurt for them as they struggled with identifying themselves. And today, they looked on as Prince Harry wiped tears from his eyes and lovingly caressed the hand of his new bride at their wedding.
Soo yea, for me its less of a “OMG THERES HOPE FOR ME, A MERE MORTAL TO MAYBE BE CONSIDERED FOR THE CROWN” *insert eye roll here*, but more of a “Yes, the world is okay, look at Princess Diana’s legacy.” And quite honestly, it’s hellish out there. This world is crazy, we just had our 101st (I think) mass shooting in 5 months here in the states. So, if for a moment we take a breather from the gore right outside our doors and live vicariously through the guests adorned in fancy dresses and crazy hats to celebrate something that is actually a beautiful story of two people simply falling in love, I think that’s more than okay. It’s actually quite….lovely.