Nuptial nonchalance
I've lived a bit of a charmed research life the past few weeks with plenty of political goings-on playing nicely into the hands of all my pet theories about tradition and the past and that sort of thing.
So I can see why plenty of folks have told me, since the big announcement, how neat it must be to be doing anthropological research on Britain with a royal wedding coming up.
Meh. I've thought.
Now, I'm the same age as Prince William (but I don't have to deal with male pattern baldness), and I've been civilly united for just over a year, so I suppose I can pass on some tips like: don't invite your celebrant to the reception (sorry ++Rowan, best you go off home for your tea that day).
But, as I commented in an earlier post, I find Prince William really dull. I mean, really dull. Now, I thought the Queen Mum was ace. You knew she probably had mouldy old mint imperials in her handbag and a hipflask in her garter. Even Prince Charles I have a bit of a soft spot for. He's managed to combine his father's noted knack for going off about things with an ability to actually go off about things that aren't to do with racism, xenophobia, or hunting. But William is kind of like a tin of own brand beans; you know it's there, but really, if you want beans you're going to pay the extra for Heinz. (Not to be confused with Harry as a Nazi.)
I'm not an anti-monarchist by any means. Unlike the regular outbreaks of republicanism over here in Australia, we NZers are generally pretty content to have the old girl as our figurehead. (I've heard it said that this Antipodean point of difference is due to the fact the NZers love Coronation Street and Australians don't.) And, I tend to think that elected representatives are usually so good at making a mess of things that non-elected ones couldn't do any worse.
But, it's the dullness, you see. It makes it hard for me to muster any care. Maybe I'll be a rubbish anthropologist if I fail to take much notice of public royal wedding parties and devotions next year ... but it strikes me that it's so predictable. There'll be the same crowds and carry-on with William and Kate as there would be if Harry was marrying a horse.
So for the moment I'm sticking to my nuptial nonchalance. Though I'm going to issue a challenge for people to change my mind on this: how do you think the royal wedding might be significant for the anthropology of Britain?
