Today, I totally schooled two of my professors and it felt so fucking good.

I presented Linda McCartney’s Life In Photographs today in my class for book share and my professor goes, “Well she was an Eastman. She was born to take photographs.” And I say to him, “Actually, a lot of people think Linda was from Eastman Kodak blood but she wasn’t.” And my other professor, Loret goes, “Well its been widely reported that she was for years in more than a few different papers and newscasts.” And I go, “Well I read this biography about Paul a few months ago and they had a chapter on Linda and it said in the book that she wasn’t.” And Loret continues to act like a know it all and says, “Well I’m pretty sure she was. I’ve heard that a lot.” And it turned into this whole thing in class and my professors both thought they were right.

So my other professor looked it up online and he goes, “Well it seems she wasn’t. Her father changed his name from Leopold Vail Epstein to Lee Eastman and had no relation to George Eastman.”

BOOM. ROASTED.

It probably doesn’t seem like a big deal but if you knew my two professors and how much they think they know about everything and anything on the planet, you would understand.

This was a huge deal.