This kid in my aisle today, debating unscented natural deodorants with his mother, one headphone to his ear, singing along with "Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds" when not answering his mother's queries with fustily uncreative and toothless sass. Ugggh what is it about Beatles-loving teens that chafes me so smartingly? They look the same everywhere, these kids - shaggy indeterminate haircuts, subtly faggified flannel shirts, hands jammed in pockets, a grossly exaggerated esteem for the shitty fake British accents they employ when quoting goddamn Monty Python. It is a type, right? Can't stand them. And then, this representative did the most obviousest thing ever - really, really, he did it - he asked poor Mom "Hey, you know what 'Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds' really stands for [sic], right?" I groaned, I groaned aloud. You're trying to alarm your mother with your fondness for a cheery, throwaway novelty pop song nearly forty years old. Please fucking start listening to Slayer or something.