Here is the point in our relationship where I confess to my closet love for the one and only Miss Taylor Swift. Or T. Swift, if you live at my house. Or if you are cool.
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.
Pushing 50 here, and young at heart. I’m with you!
It SO does feel right! It’s so hard NOT to love Tswizzle. I even caught my boyfriend humming to Blank Space when he claimed to not acknowledge her as an artist! pft! He admits he was wrong…
I too, love Taylor Swift and in a household of boys and we’ll into my 40’s, I listen to her as much as I can. Even with the eye rolling in my family!
Couldn’t agree more. Like how she is in charge of her career and seems to be handling celebrity very well for someone so young. She’s managed to be cool, age-appropriate and wildly successful on her own terms, which is impressive.
I too love Tay Tay. And don’t tell my girls but I got us tickets to see here in August! I got the CD to wrap & give girls on Christmas Day :)