As you may have heard, a certain British royal will be getting hitched to a certain former commoner this month (hint: it’s Prince William and Kate Middleton). All the hullabaloo surrounding the upcoming nuptials has inspired much curiosity and a number of blog posts on my part, but at the end of the day, I have to wonder whether it would actually be cool to marry a prince or not.
I’d say that straight out of the gate, there are some concerns. First of all, we all know how that turned out for the last commoner-turned-princess. I’m sorry to be crass, but it had to be said. Second of all, I don’t think that I have the discipline to act like a royal. You’ll note that Middleton never does anything awkward, anything at all. No inappropriate humor, no self-deprecation, not a single night of binge drinking and strip clubs. Not to mention the fact that she always knows what hat to wear.
Don’t get me wrong — there are some pretty awesome things about suddenly becoming royalty. The immediate wealth, for instance. The access to the world’s best parties, and your picture in Vanity Fair. Having the most watched wedding of the past three decades. But at the end of the day, I think it would be too much pressure to be someone I’m not. I’d crack like an egg. One day, I would just fucking make the fart joke. And that would be the end of my reign, anyway.
So on that note, sorry boys — this catch of a blogger is not interested.
What about you?