I spent five weeks at my summer camp down in Marble Falls, Texas this summer, isolated from the rest of the word. No phone, television, or Internet.
Upon getting my phone I wanted to get checked up on everything that had happened for the past five weeks. The first story I saw wasn’t about George Zimmerman being found not guilty of murdering Travon Martin or Edward Snowden, the National Security Agency (NSA) whistleblower, being granted temporary asylum in Russia.
It was about an eight pound six ounce baby born in London, England who is third in line to the British throne.
Let me sum up my thoughts into two words.
Who cares?
The world had nine months to prepare for the birth of Prince George Alexander Louis of Cambridge. It isn’t like the birth came out of nowhere to shock the world.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge, but I fail to understand all the interest in the birth of their son.
For starters, someone who is a little over a month old doesn’t need his own Wikipedia page. And whoever is updating daily how old the Prince is, needs to be doing something better with his or her time.
It isn’t that I hate the baby, only horrible people hate babies and I don’t consider myself a horrible person, I simply don’t understand all the media attention he is receiving at a time when there is debate across our country about gay rights, the legalization of marijuana and ObamaCare.
Maybe we as a society are trying to ignore all of the problems in our world and simply turn our attention towards something less negative. Why think about the conflicts in the Middle East when you can think about a baby?
And if the media is going to focus all of its attention on a baby and his parents who wouldn’t rather have them focus on Prince George and his parents than North West, Kanye West and Kim Kardashian.
Or maybe Americans are just really creepy and want to know everything there is to know about a baby half way across the world that they will probably never come into contact with.
Most likely the latter.
