tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4505396876610498278.post3944659683074896344..comments2023-10-20T05:49:37.719-07:00Comments on Ain't Nothin' Like the Real Thing: Girls Just Wanna Have FunKarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11155831116609277085noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4505396876610498278.post-38760463956224678522007-07-02T12:41:00.000-07:002007-07-02T12:41:00.000-07:00Oh, this was fun to read! I remember one year whil...Oh, this was fun to read! I remember one year while we were at (Don't Ever Call It) Beatlefest, we saw news coverage of Elvis fans making the pilgrimage to Graceland for a candlelit midnight ceremony. We were tempted to make fun because, well, have you SEEN some of those people? Then we stopped and took a good look at ourselves. We may have felt that wearing T-shirts depicting Beatle album covers was the height of fashion, but I suppose there may be those out there who disagree. <BR/><BR/>And who can forget the years when the Beatle people coexisted most uncomfortably at the same hotel with the comic book convention? There was almost hissing in the halls as we passed. I admit it hurt my feelings to be dissed by someone who can prattle off the country of origin of Dick Grayson's great grandmother. (What? You mean you DON'T know? What are you? An illiterate savage?) <BR/><BR/>So I guess the takeaway is this -- whether it's baseball cards or scrapbooking or Elvis' scarves, we all have something we love irrationally. Which is why I think it most appropriate to borrow from he who is worshipped by Parrotheads: if we weren't so crazy we'd all go insane.<BR/><BR/>Anne (as in Anonymous)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com