I can’t believe I’m posting to this blog for the first time practically ever to be a total misanthrope, but there you go. I’m pretty sure nobody actually reads this, so I can vent here without making my friends feel like I’m raining on their parade. Which I definitely don’t want to do. To each their own, right?
But. I can’t believe that everyone around me cares this much about the wedding of two people they don’t even know, in a country where they don’t even live.
Someone wrote on an acquaintance’s Facebook that her daughter’s elementary school in Michigan even had a crazy hat day in honor of the wedding.
Now, I don’t have any children. But if I did, I am 99.8% sure that I would be a total buzzkill about their principal making a school event out of fetishizing people whose only real accomplishment is being born into a certain family and then living out their lives in overwhelming and unimaginable privilege while most of the world is scrounging food out of trash heaps.
It’s gross. I am so tired of it.