I understand somebody in the royal family of Britain is getting married. I had this admittedly vague bit of information stashed away in the back of my brain cell, ready to whip out in case I heard somebody talking about it, but nobody did, so I pretty much forgot about it until this week.

This week suddenly everybody I worked with was talking about the royal wedding. Mostly they were talking about how sick to death they were of hearing about it, which ironically required them to talk about it, forcing the rest of us to hear about it a lot which was what they were sick of in the first place.

Coincidentally, all the radio shows I listened to started to talk about how much the news has been oversaturated with trivia about the royal wedding, pegging the irony meter once again.

Then I started to hear about it on television, which is really hard for me because I don’t watch television. I watch just one or two television shows, like The Daily Show, on the interwebs. Actually, I watch just that one show. If I see any other television, it’s sound bites and short clips of morning news shows on wonkette. And yet I was suddenly inundated with news clips featuring the royal wedding.

In the space of three or four days I knew who Kate Middleton was. I had never heard of her before. In a week, I won’t be able to remember her name, but I know it right now. And apparently she’s marrying Wills. I’m guessing that would be Prince William. That’s the extent of my knowledge of the royal wedding. It’s probably yours, too, but I’ll bet you’re hearing it repeated every day, just as I am.

The royal wedding is like winter in Wisconsin: The end is just around the corner, and yet somehow it drags on and on.