I'm all for this Royal Wedding.

Granted, I'm not going to stay up or wake up to watch The Royal Wedding at 3 a.m. Pacific time this Friday morning, but I probably will watch a couple clips, read a bunch of articles, and find as many pictures as I can afterward. I feel like I should be more cynical about Wills and Kate, like Mark Oppenheimer of Slate.com clearly is, but I'm just not. You know why?

I like princesses.

Usually, that's followed by "And ponies!" and a flutter of pink taffeta and glitter. But I never really got into horses - except when they made me some money at the track. I asked my parents to paint my bedroom pink when I was 6 and then pretty much regretted it as soon as the last coat went on the walls. And my experience with glitter was mostly limited to school projects during the holidays. Hey kids, let's give your parents a tree made out of glue and glitter for Christmas and a heart made out of glue and glitter for Valentine's Day. Every suburban carpet must be sprinkled with about a pound of glitter that vacuums couldn't get to.

So why does this self-professed non-girly girl feel slightly giddy at the mention of a mere (rich) commoner like Kate Middleton falling in love (let's hope) with Prince William of England? I grew up on Disney movies, like most Americans. What little girl doesn't like the idea of finding her true love someday, getting swept off her feet, and living a life of luxury with fabulous clothes and perfect hair? Some of my earliest, significant memories are of Disney movies. The first movie I ever saw in a theater was Cinderella. When I got the chicken pox, my mom gave me The Little Mermaid on VHS (yes, the one with the "penis" on the cover) while I was soaking in my Aveeno oatmeal bath. I still remember how excited I was to own The Little Mermaid - on home video!

Little American girls don't have regal women to look up to. We just have Hillary Clinton and Oprah (not in that particular order). Sigh. Ho-hum. They don't even have hundreds-of-years-old jewelry and gowns passed down to them from generations of sparkly queens. They have to go out and BUY stuff. What fun is that? Sure, I'll take a representative democracy over a monarchy any day, but as Stephen Colbert says, "Where's the zazz?"

So, count me in as openly rooting for Wills and Kate. The British Royal Family could really use a fresh face to break up all the...not-as-fresh faces. And they do seem like they are each others' true love. Most importantly, though, Kate gets all that STUFF. And she already has perfect hair.