Ever since childhood I have had a fierce, deep hate for Yoko Ono. I was raised on the Beatles. My dad used to wake me up on the weekends by playing their albums. So when I finally was old enough to understand the whole Yoko Ono thing, I got pretty angry. As far as I was concerned, it was ALL HER FAULT that I didn’t have more Beatles songs to dance to in the living room. I still practically hiss every time her name is mentioned. I’m twenty now, which brings the Yoko-hating year count to something like fourteen. So I guess it’s time to let it go.