Yes, we did have a revolution, but for reasons I can’t fathom, some Americans can’t lose their fascination with the British royalty.
About a generation ago, I heard a noise in my living room early one morning and went to investigate. Rather than the burglar I feared, it was my roommate’s girlfriend, glued to the television with Kleenex in hand, watching Charles and Di get married 6-7 time zones away. (The minister sounded like Alfred Hitchcock.) She was there because my roommate had a large (for its day) color TV, and she only had B&W at home. I muttered something along the lines of “Thought we got rid of those people back in the 1700s,” and went back to bed.
I was surprised that she of all people, a doctoral student in biochemistry, would get caught up in that. Education level apparently has nothing to do with it.