I finally gave into my urgings a few days ago and downloaded her new, 1989, album and it’s been looping on repeat since. Taylor Swift 1989. IT’S THAT GOOD, ear worm type stuff. So what, I’m a 30-something wife and mother with decidedly more mature tastes than that of an early (and I do mean early) 20’s country-to-pop-crossover star. But I love her, I do.
Taylor Swift, I couldn’t quit you if I tried.
Don’t judge me, it just feels right.
I’m guessing if you haven’t admitted it already, you probably love her too and that’s okay. This is a safe space. A safe, Taylor Swift friendly place.
Now back to our regularly scheduled programming.