No one has encapsulated my overwhelming sense of ambivalence towards the royal wedding quite like British actress Emma Thompson.
When asked by an interviewer to comment on the upcoming union of Prince Harry and Meghan Markle, the 59-year-old said, “really, I have nothing to say about it.”
“Really?” the interviewer presses, as though he expected her to have some profound insight into the relationship of two people she has never met.
“Really…” she replies, with a look in her eye that says, ‘I care more about what you dreamt last night than I do about this goddamn wedding… and I don’t care what you dreamt about even a little bit.’
“Do you wish them well?” the interviewer probes, and she responds: “Obviously… yes. But I don’t know them? Of course I do. Just stop it. Stop it OK?
“Stop doing the ‘Ooh let’s talk about the royal wedding’…” she says before walking away.
This exchange, particularly the part with the mocking and the yelling and the storming off in a huff, has been my attitude towards the royal wedding since the 27th of November, 2017.
Meghan Markle seems fine. Prince Harry appears equally fine. The news of his proposal, in a cosy cottage, with a roast chicken in the oven, mostly made me feel like roast chicken.