Those videos of Beatlemania girls screaming have have always made me squirm. All that howling, weeping, and writhing bug me for multiple reasons. As a woman, they make me cringe because rock criticism defined itself against them: screeching gals over there, analytical guys over here. As a Beatles fan they make me wince because they (superficially) […]
Well, sister, I’m 43 and feel like 15. Or 180. It changes from moment to moment. Slate reproduces this great letter written by a 15-year-old in 1964 to US Secretary of Labor W. Willard Wirtz, insisting that her beloved Beatles be allowed back into the country, mostly for her own health and well-being. (Apparently the […]