William and Kate have come and gone, leaving in their wake tens of thousands of fans, maybe even hundreds of thousands. It reminded me of the Beatle’s invasion. Grown men and women wept at the opportunity to touch the hem of Kate’s designer jeans. The jean’s designers wept tears of joy at the windfall they raked in. People were gaga over them. Apparently they are great ambassadors for British business. And they are exceptional fundraisers. So, is this what becomes of institutions that have outlived their usefulness? In an desperate stab at social relevance, the royal family finds a way to befriend their former subjects who found good reason not so very long ago to unceremoniously dethrone them. If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em.
Wear a white cowboy hat and toss old pot belly stoves (or something like that) into the back of a chuck wagon. Paddle a boat. And isn’t it incredible that they can act like real people? It’s their authenticity that is winning people over, offers a CBC journalist whose job it is to follow them around, recording arrival and departure times, comment on Kate’s clothes, and make it all sound compelling.
From a Spiral Dynamics perspective, this may be society’s unconscious way of transcending, yet including, dead institutions.I wonder if society will be throwing any big parties for the church in a hundred years?
I’m flummoxed here folks. I honestly had not one bit of interest in this “story”, other than as a sociological phenomenon. I just don’t get it. My wife, on the other hand, was fascinated. As were many other friends. In fact, I seem to be in the minority when I express bafflement. My wife grew up listening to the Queen every Christmas morning, and has imposed this tradition on me. Her speeches to the Commonwealth are like a Christmas sermon you’ve heard about 100 times. But maybe it’s the ritual that counts, not the content — I guess.
Is that it? Are we so under-ritualized in our postmodernist, deconstructionist age that the royalty provides us with an opportunity for national rituals that we haven’t had (except in war time, of course) since we decided democracy was a better way to run a country ? You can probably tell that I’m stretching here. Do we long for an age when we could trust an authority figure to rule on Earth on behalf of the divine Monarch — when we happily traded in personal freedom for the comfort of knowing that somebody else would take responsibility for our lives? Perhaps we are so disillusioned with our political process and leadership that we are happy to imbue royalty once more with mystique.
It’s probably as simple as our age’s cult of celebrity. Which begs the question, what is that about? Why do we turn mortals into gods and goddesses? I watched Donnie Osmand, (Puppy Love) being interviewed by our boyfriend, George Stromboulopoulos (CBC television). Donnie talked about his fall from grace when the shine came off his celebrity persona. He was in the process of relaunching his career, but honestly, I experienced a mortal who had not yet recovered. Celebrities keep psychotherapists in business in LA. They know, from a soul perspective, that the love public’s love affair with them is not based in reality.
Here’s my working theory of why we create celebrities. It’s a projection of our disowned radiance. We put on others all of our unrealized potential for greatness. We will not own our own inner hero because it requires stepping up and into radical responsibility. We don’t just project the unsavoury bits on to others. It’s the best of us that we will not integrate. We need to take back, not only our crap, but also our radiance.
I wish William and Kate well. I honestly do. They seem like really great people. I hope that they can hold their center and not be wounded for life by our collective refusal to live into our own royal destiny.
I would LOVE to hear your take on this. I’m still baffled.