By Sophie Albertie
Someone needs to stop Taylor Swift from doing anything ever again — and I love successful women.
Swift’s 12th studio album “The Life of a Showgirl” was released this week, only this time her fans are crying from cringe instead of emotional turmoil.
My pseudo-swiftie friend from home insists that this is only her second bad album next to “The Tortured Poets department.” If you’re a real hater like me, you know she strikes out every time she steps into the studio. This is no exception.
Like always, Queen Tay touches on her latest romantic prospect, the haters and the endless struggles of being an ethical, millennial billionaire. Spoiler alert: no such thing exists.
I am happy for her and the way her current relationship and engagement seems to be going. She’s healthy, happy, having fun and likes her friends canceled. Whatever that means.
Watching swifites hate this album has given me trust issues. Regardless of my deeply rooted discontent with her music, That’s YOUR icon! Ride with her through her flops or jump off the bandwagon.
Swift coming after Charli XCX in one track titled “Actually Romantic” is a whole other can of worms, but I’ll crack it open halfway.
“I heard you call me boring barbie when the coke’s got you brave,” Swift said.
The sheer audacity Taylor Swift has to put out a diss track targeting a true pop star and artist who has both Lorde and Ariana Grande featured on the same album is not a good look. Alas, who can blame her? If I was a blonde haired 5’11 beauty at an unprecedented level of fame and still utterly sexless on every level, I’d be equally as upset if someone revealed my truth.
Boring Barbie. Coleslaw and potato salad. Of course you would go after someone who has the oomph you could only dream of having, both in creativity and essence. Maybe T-Swizzle should have a little line sometime and see if her music improves.
Stay in your lane girlfriend, I ride for Charli.
