I've been madly in love with Paul McCartney ever since I was a little girl. He's the only creative hero who's stood the test of time for me, because as his music grew less magical, his personal life grew more so. Alone in the rock firmament, he adored his wife, raised healthy uncrazy kids, picked himself up after the public embarrassment of a disastrous marriage and energetically recommitted himself to music, his fans and new love. What a man! And now for the first time in all these decades, he's made me quite sick. A man who's commanded a megaphone...