Try as we might to deny it, at a distance of 230+ years, we are a spin-off of England...
In our language, in our laws, in our traditions, in our culture and in our collective subliminal mind...
Doesn't matter whether our ancestors came to America from England, or Ireland, or Germany, or France, or Italy, or Poland, or Russia, or China, or Japan, or any of the African or Middle Eastern or any other country or region on earth...
Once you're here for a couple of generations and you and your family are fully assimilated, you are American by nature...
And Americans by nature are knock-off Englishmen, from several vantage points, whether we choose to admit it or not, and regardless of whether we choose to deny it...
We don't acknowledge the Brits as rulers...
But we acknowledge them as kindred (philosophically or culturally) every day of our lives, without even realizing it...
So, when the British Royals do something, or when something happens to one of them, or when one of them pops-out a new rug-rat...
Our Lamestream Media, understanding this odd, multi-generational, half-buried fascination, and in keeping with their counterparts across the worldwide Commonwealth, goes all ga-ga about it in order to play to this subliminally-motivated audience...
Many - most, maybe, albeit not all - just can't help looking...
And the News Outlets just can't help catering to our own compulsions...
Even when we vehemently protest that we kicked them out and disowned their King...
Even when we ardently declare that we are a Republic without need or want of such trappings...
Even when we call their Royals useless and obsolete and a mere tourist-trap...
Even when we don't understand WHY we're compelled to look...
< takes off bullshit amateur-hour collective psychologist hat and meekly folds hands, and quietly whistles 'Yankee Doodle' >