Wednesday, 9 May 2012

A Fashion Break: My beef with Queen Liz

I've just had an epiphany: this is my blog and I can blog if I want to. (to the tune of Lesley Gore).

I've often had topics on the tips of my typing fingers that I felt I was unable to express on fashion Rambler  because they didn't concern fashion. To hell with that, I pay the domain subscription, I'm blogging this thang my way. 

*note to self, never type 'thang' again and stop watching Saved By The Bell when no one is looking.

So, the first non-fashion specific topic is:

Her Majesty the Queen's Speech at the opening of Parliament. Didn't she look lovely? (See, we can find a fashion angle in everything)

My main issue with the whole day isn't that tax payer's money was used to block a road for Liz to give a speech for 8 minutes when the Windsors should have Skype. My issue isn't with the really odd tradition of knocking on the door of Commons three times before the MPs will agree to listen to the Queen. My issue isn't even with Her Majesty's neglect to mention her fellow Queens (by this I mean the derogatory term for homosexual) in her speech. No, my issue isn't with any of these minor (major) points. My issue is with Liz calling the British Government, as elected by the general public, "My Government." 

Really? I mean, are we really going to go all Charles I and claim divine right to sovereignty? 

OK, I confess. I've never actually sat through and listened to the past speeches. I'm 21 and have other things to worry about like hair product and whether or not too much super noodles gives you cancer. However, for the purposes of essay procrastination, I felt best to switch over to BBC iPlayer and catch a little of old Lizzie in action.

I mean, the speech was dull but I wasn't excepting lyrical excellence from someone who thinks the 'royal' we is grammatically correct. However, the reiteration of 'My Government' shall do this, 'My Government' shall do that, struck a chord. Isn't it a little presumptuous to state, on camera, on record, to the globe that the British Government is in actually yours? 

Sorry to you electoral voters (all 5 of you) but I'm claiming Cameron and his cronies for my own. Whilst I am happy to regulate responsibility for the shambles that is the British governmental system to anyone who will have it (Al Qaeda anyone?) one teeny tiny problem persists to niggle at the back of my mind. Isn't Great Britain supposed to be a free Democracy?

Don't get me wrong, I love a good Royal. Di was a saint and understood the power of Valentino. Whilst Kate hasn't got the style of her late Mother-in-law, at least she looks the part. Mind you, my taste in royal isn't just about stick-figures in couture, I love the Greek one too. He's like Britain's awkward Great Uncle, always improper and always at the party. He was even by Liz's side at Parliament today, nodding off. 

However, whilst I adore the ridiculousness of the Royal Family (when will MTV secure a dram-ality deal with the Monarchy?) I still consider myself a free citizen, not her royal subject. So, rather than pretend we're something we're not, how about we figure out a role for our expensive tourist attraction that suits both the Monarchy and its position within the 21st Century? Britain doesn't seem to fare well without a sovereign at the helm (Case Study: The Cromwell Years) but we certainly need to reconsider how we approach the Monarchy because the traditions from yester-year are growing old and tedious, and one wouldn't want that, would one?

For more rambles that aren't fashion rambles, check out Matt's blog, Today Made Me Think, which inspired by break from fashion-normality.

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