Don’t worry, if you’re already weary of Beatles think pieces, this is not that. I have already thought all I will ever think about the Beatles and am solidly Team George.
Sure, I’m watching the documentary. Sure, when Peter Jackson rings his dinner bell, I come running to consume whatever (although I ever only watched 1.5 Hobbit films, because they are like Star Wars prequels and I simply cannot handle that much entertainment).
If it’s too much, I’ll sum it up for you: the Beatles broke up because they were too cute to solve their problems. Let’s all do better or accept our break ups as progress and get happy some other way.
We could do a lot worse than to have a small clutch of Liverpudlians telling us to love one another, and then deciding to love one another from a distance.
Love,
yermom
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