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Baby You Can Drive My Car (The Beatles) was the soundtrack in my head passing an entire route 9 full of stopped cars on my way to meet the Forber-Pratt's at the mall to see Slumdog Millionaire.

And blasting it on Mom's stereo upstairs while working with Veronica in the dining room was my launch to productivity this afternoon.

But ending the same CD (the Rubber Soul album) ...

"catch you with another man, that's the end little girl"

"I'd rather see you dead little girl than to be with another man"

There was an Elvis song with the same sentiment on one of the satellite radio stations that first got me started thinking about this.

How does that reach farther into popular culture than polyamory? That's just sick and disturbing.

Maybe jealousy is more natural than not (or maybe not), but the desire to control someone absolutely is horribly unhealthy and, expressed like that, dangerous.