You must stop watching commercial TV. DVR everything. I told Mags I have had no more than 2 minutes of wedding exposure. I honestly don't even know the name of the girl William (or is it Harry) is marrying. I guess I'm in a class by myself, as usual.
But! I don't watch commercial TV. I do DVR everything. And still it's seeping in. It's insidious. The internet. The blogs I read. The magazines I subscribe to. The world media machine! Resistance is futile!!!!
I love The New Yorker's approach -- the closest they got to mentioning it was in an article titled "Don't Let's Watch the Royal Wedding." I knew I loved that magazine for a reason.
I avoided it like the plague, although I did make sure that I got a glimpse of Harry at some point in his uniform. He's dreamy. And yes, I know he is eons younger than me, but come on. All the men my age are...
You must stop watching commercial TV. DVR everything. I told Mags I have had no more than 2 minutes of wedding exposure. I honestly don't even know the name of the girl William (or is it Harry) is marrying. I guess I'm in a class by myself, as usual.
ReplyDeleteBut! I don't watch commercial TV. I do DVR everything. And still it's seeping in. It's insidious. The internet. The blogs I read. The magazines I subscribe to. The world media machine! Resistance is futile!!!!
ReplyDeleteI love The New Yorker's approach -- the closest they got to mentioning it was in an article titled "Don't Let's Watch the Royal Wedding." I knew I loved that magazine for a reason.
ReplyDeleteI avoided it like the plague, although I did make sure that I got a glimpse of Harry at some point in his uniform. He's dreamy. And yes, I know he is eons younger than me, but come on. All the men my age are...
ReplyDeleteYou know what? I'll give you that. It's the red hair. I am powerless against it.
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