I spent a good portion of last night wracking my brain for amusing little anecdotes and eventually resigned myself to the conclusion that "it goes to show how thorough-going the creeping normalcy of mass culture really is!". Not five minutes later, I walk in on my parents watching the BAFTAs just as the production team from the ITV are recieving an award for their coverage of last year's killing spree in Cumbria (Northern England). 30 seconds of footage, quick speech by the producer, raucous applause... Best Supporting Actress in a Period Drama. Brave New World moment if there ever was one.
And as far as the wedding was concerned... At least the media was far more explicit than usual about what it was we were supposed to feel. Although that did take some of the fun out of deconstruction, I guess.
Also, I don't know how it is in the United States, but something I find particularly disconcerting over here is the ubiquity of professional photographers in nightclubs, nowadays. I've only been old enough to start frequenting them for a couple of years now, but even in that short space of time have I noticed an appreciable increase.