Why does her crown look bigger than his? Is that why he looks sad?
British whoop-de-doo over the monarchy
As an American, I fall into the “mixed feelings” camp concerning Britain’s monarchy. I enjoy — sometimes immensely — shows like The Crown, The Queen, and Downton Abbey. The real royal family’s escapades are an endless source of soap-opera entertainment.
Also, I have little doubt that the whole monarchy thing benefits the psychology of Britons. It makes them feel special.
But intellectually and morally, kings and queens seem to me like an anachronistic waste of time, money, and resources.
But hey, so long as my tax dollars don’t go toward any of it, I’m happy to sit back and watch the show.
In related news …
Left, the pride and joy of Britain’s royal family. Right, the pride and joy of America’s royal family.
Yup, methinks it’s time to resurrect the sobriquet so aptly coined by Arnold Schwarzenegger: “girly men.” You know, to describe folks like Dylan Mulvaney.
I suppose we aren’t meant to ascribe literal definitions to the four archetypes described in the Strauss and Howe book The Fourth Turning (my review is here). But it gives me pause to think of myself as a “prophet” when the only thing I can safely predict in life is that the Minnesota Vikings will never win a Super Bowl.
As for the idea of millions of spoiled-brat Millennials acting as the world’s “heroes” … well, God help us.
In the AllSides chart below, I’ve circled the media I consumed ten years ago in blue, and the media I consume today in red. The Web site circled in purple is the only crossover.
This is what happens when you get older and wiser:
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