I had been planning to write something snarky about the breathless media coverage of Britain's royal wedding, and plea for a return to focusing on the important stories of our time, like Lindsay Lohan's shoplifting trial.
I considered the obsession with Prince William's nuptials to be a royal pain, filled with overblown pomp and pomposity, anachronistic traditions, and ridiculous Lady Gaga hats. Why should we — in the land of the self-made — care so deeply about what is largely an antiquated symbolic display of inherited privilege?
But in the past few days, I've changed my tune and toned down my snarkiness. The reason, somewhat paradoxically, is that the death of Osama bin Laden has led me to appreciate the importance of symbols.