Noted: The coronation of King Charles III of England occurred today. You probably know that. It’s been talked about at some length for the last week and it sounded as though that’s what would be televised all day today in the US. I didn’t stop to think about the time difference and the fact that it would all be over by the time I sat down with my coffee this morning.
What a relief! I had no intention of watching and had feared there might be little else on tv today. Longtime readers know I think the whole British royalty thing is a silly, expensive, anachronistic tradition. I also think it sad that individuals unfortunate enough to be born into the royal family have predetermined lives — unless, like Prince Harry, they are bold enough to make a break of some kind.
I had my fill of kings, queens, princesses, etc., back when I was a little girl. I watched the televised coronation of a “real live queen,” Elizabeth II, and still remember the pomp, the crowds, and that spectacular horse-drawn gold carriage. The stuff of fairy tales come to life. When I was a little girl.
These days I don’t understand why Brits continue to revere and financially support their royal family. But then, I’ve grown up in a nation that began by spurning the King of England.