and so it goes. and goes. and goes.
My friend Shana (who is in her late 20s) and I (whom am not) were in LA at an event on Sunday afternoon. We spotted a large billboard that advertised the Beatles finally being on iTunes. This was the picture on the billboard. We spent a number of minutes discussing George Harrison’s utter, stone-cold foxiness. He’s superfine in this circa-1969 shot, but I stated my preference for 1965 Help!-era George; in fact, I strongly feel that that was the peak of sexiness for all four of them, especially after the few weeks they spent in the Bahamas, being relaxed, getting tan and not getting haircuts.
It’s 2011 and girls are still ranking the Beatles’ hotness.
As mentioned in the original conversation, I find it interesting that my taste in “Beatle hotness” has evolved through my years. Sixth grade Shana found Paul to be a total dreamboat. High school/college Shana was all about the Lennon. Adult Shana has developed weakness for the gaunt physique and strong eyebrows of George. Will geriatric Shana succumb to the elusive charms of Mr. Starkey?