A Comprehensive List of the Beatles
Nowadays, you can’t go anywhere without running into someone who knows about the Beatles. Until recently, you could impress all but the most sadistic music nerds merely by name-dropping the group. But now that everyone has a smartphone in their pocket and an attitude in their personality, it’s much harder to know all the ins and outs of who the Beatles are, and I don’t blame you if you find yourself falling behind on your band knowledge. Luckily, I’ve compiled a comprehensive list of all of our British amigos that you can feel free to refer to whenever someone asks, “Do you know any Beatles?” I’m also going to go ahead and rate each member out of five, so that you can add yet another level of depth to your music talk. While these opinions are entirely my own, you can rest assured that they are also entirely correct. Pay heed to this ranking so that you can be the one controlling the conversation, and before you know it, you will be surrounded by eager supplicants, frothing at the mouth as they claw at your feet for but a shred of your intense and boundless Beatles knowledge—I promise. Now, like an iguana at feeding time, let’s get into some Beatles.
There you have it: a comprehensive guide to every Beatle. It is my great pleasure to provide you with this resource: Lord knows I’ve embarrassed myself countless times when discussing the Beatles, so I hope that I can save you from some of that all-consuming shame. I’ll have to live with that darkness for the rest of my days, but I would be behaving ignobly if I did not do all in my power to stop others from sharing my fate. If you have a favorite Beatle, you should tell me about it—I would love to have a grown-up conversation about America’s favorite band that doesn’t end in someone wetting their pants, then tripping and falling into their own puddle of mess when they try to run away, their coworkers laughing and scorning them the whole time and eventually calling them “Professor Pissy Pants.” Especially because nicknames like that tend to stick, and it really fucking sucks when even the interns that you hire start to call you “Triple P” to your face. And you would love nothing more than to bring the issue up to your boss, except he’s also your brother-in-law and you just know that if he got wind of it he would tell your wife, who would surely leave you for her handsome orthopedist, Lance. She says he’s nothing more than a doctor, but you can tell she has a thing for him because of how many times she’s searched up some variation of “naughty orthopedist” on your shared computer. She doesn’t even bother to clear the search history anymore! God, she thinks you’re pathetic. But how could she not, after what happened in Cancun? Couples therapy wouldn’t do anything at this point—it’s beyond repair. You can’t leave her, though—it would cost you everything—and she won’t leave you because she’s just watching the clock tick down until you’re gone and she can collect the inordinately large life insurance policy she took out on you. With an amount that large, you wouldn’t be surprised if she has some kind of plot to finish you off herself, which honestly, you wouldn’t even mind, since it would at least be a release from the monotonous hellscape that is your dismal wreck of a life.