Side note before my spiel begins: Today I got a package in the mail. It was from my mom. In it was a brand-new set of bath towels.
Brand-new bath towels, of the Vera Wang variety. Yes, I do now own Vera Wang towels. And they are glorious. If I ever chance to meet Vera, the first thing I will do is thank her for producing such luxurious bath towels. Honestly, they are the most delightful things.
The reason I got
brand-new Vera Wang bath towels is because I asked for new towels for Christmas. My $2 ones from Walmart have become threadbare. I was so excited to open them Christmas morning. But SURPRISE! Early Christmas for me!!
. . . What has college life done to me? The other day I was raving about my apartment's new microwave, and now these towels. . . College changes a person. It really does. Honest.
And now for my spiel:
I love The Beatles. Love. Them. Their music, their hair, their culture, their insanity, all of it. LOVE. I have three Beatles t-shirts, a Beatles blanket, various Beatles paraphernalia, etc. etc.
So I got a new Beatles t-shirt. I was quite fond of it. I wore it to my U.S. History 1945-2000 class. We happened to be studying the 1960s that day. Awesome. So I settled into my extremely small and incredibly uncomfortable desk and awaited the PowerPoint lecture for the day.
So along rolled the '60s — civil rights, 'freedom' rights, Vietnam, drugs, etc. etc. — and suddenly we arrived at the British invasion, and there were my boys. Paul, John, Ringo, and George. With their floppy hair and exquisite accents. Love, I tell you.
The teacher lectured on and on, and we watched various video clips of the Beatles and how the British invasion affected American culture — everyone wanted the Beatles haircut, everyone wanted to go to their concerts, everyone wanted Paul to fall in love with them, etc. etc. We also watched as they joined (led?) the drug culture.
At this point, amidst video clips of a completely stoned/high crowd watched the completely stoned/high Beatles play their music, the kid sitting next to me in my history class turned around, glanced at my shirt, then glared. His piercing eyes scolded me very loudly.
"
Do you realize what you are supporting? Do you realize that those people on your shirt did DRUGS? Do ya? Do ya?"
YES, kid in my history class whom I have never spoken to. I DO UNDERSTAND that the Beatles did drugs, and that they probably did a lot of other bad things, and they were BRITISH for goodness sake. But you know what? They made
darn good music while they were doing it! You're just JEALOUS!
Sorry. I'm done now.
(I also love all other 1960s music, especially Motown. The Temptations.
I've got sunshiiiiinneee, on a cloudy day. When it's cold outsiiidddee, I've got the month of May. You can't beat that. You just can't. That is all.)
<3 Mel