I don't have the energy to write anything of substance today, so I thought I'd share a little bit of silliness from my writing class last night.
Our teacher instructed us to "write about the Beatles" and this is what happened for me:
"When I think of the Beatles, I think of the Rolling Stones. I was a teenager in the 80s and both groups had already passed into iconic status. Which band was better in my mind? The answer, to my adolescent self anyway, seemed obvious.
Paul was cute. John was smart (and tragic) and I couldn't even imagine what the other two guys looked like. But Mick...Mick was hot. With those eyes, those lips, that hair. And those hips.
I couldn't have told you whose music was better, more complex, which group would have staying power.I just knew that the Beatles were pretty but Mick made me feel warm in places this Catholic girl wasn't supposed to think about."