I’m enjoying hearing nothing about what Duchess Kate is wearing since she left our country. The weather was interrupted because someone called the radio who saw her getting into a helicopter in a yellow dress. Really!? Her dress colour is not equivalent to the tornado sightings.
My grandparents asked if I was going to take the kidlets down to see the royal couple. They told me that the couple is very down-to-earth. Well, so are my neighbours.
Why don’t we make such a big deal over the people we see everyday? Why do we watch movies wherein the poor hero/ine finds themselves transported to a world where they are rich and have servants? Cinderella themes are so common. I haven’t seen one where the protagonist joins a socialist colony and becomes sweaty and unique just like everyone else.
That princess dream is hard to give up, even if we know it is unfair. Having celebrities, a monarchy or an upper class holds out the illusion that anyone could be that person. Never mind the servants, the underclass, or the regular people who do the work to make that lifestyle possible for others. The possibility that you could have people wait on you, bring you whatever you wish for, cheer when they see you … – without you having to do anything but be your fabulous self – that makes the reality of the janitors and scullery maids irrelevant.
And when times get hard, people want those dreams even more. It is the poor who buy lottery tickets. I wonder if a lot of us are lulled into accepting or promoting an unjust hierarchy in return for the fantasy of being on top. (Note: I believe there can be fair and beneficial hierarchies, but I don’t think that people like Paris Hilton can be said to have earned their position in life.)
And who doesn’t have that fantasy. I wouldn’t mind having a nanny, a cook, and a personal assistant to keep me organized. I’ve done all those things for others, but may have to wait until I’m in a nursing home for help like that 🙂
Wouldn’t we all wish to have some special quality that makes us exempt from doing drudge work? To be top of the heap?
I worked for a man who believed he really was too important to do the menial tasks of life. He tried to get me to go out and buy his suits, since he explained that even if it took me 20x as long to find one that fit him, he would still make money by hiring me to do it instead of taking the time himself. His time was worth so much more than mine, according to Revenue Canada.
He also once got me to buy flowers for his wife and dictate the message to the florist. To his credit, he now buys flowers for his wife himself, although that may have to do with the fact that he no longer has a personal assistant.
Even though we groan (or at least, I do) at people like that, we (or I) wouldn’t mind being in that position. It is a nice fantasy, an opiate of the masses.
It just doesn’t seem so romantic somehow to dream of being a member in a Hutterite colony. Everyone gets to work hard. And everyone gets taken care of when they are older. No one, except the church leaders who are pretending to be ‘servant’-leaders, is really elevated above anyone else.
I was thinking of joining a colony for one summer. If I could have done reading, art or music in the evenings instead of church in an ancient Germanic dialect, if I could have worn pants or driven a vehicle it would have been a lot more appealing. I went to my grandparents’ farm instead.
Are people really willing to work extra hard and put up with insecurity for the solace of a dream of not having to work at all? Working a little less or for higher wages now without potential for ridiculous advancement sounds practical and unromantic.
Do we go so crazy over royalty and celebrities because we are vicariously living through them? Is the opiate of princess fantasy worth the reality of unfairly uneven distribution?
Maybe. I’m not sure.