So, OK. She’s pretty. She’s got an alright voice. I like her clothes often times. But her stupid boy-obsession? Her stupid, pursed joker lips that you can just *TELL* she practices in the mirror so that when she speaks, her lips don’t break form? I can’t even deal with it. I want to seriously grab this girl by the shoulders and say, “Hey, silly twenty-two year-old girl who can’t keep her mouth shut about her experiences. YOU’RE NOT DOING YOURSELF ANY FAVORS.” And I’d do it with love, because while I don’t like Taylor Swift one iota, I don’t think she’s an evil, manipulative person: no, I think she’s naive, and she’s clingy, and a lot of that probably stems from, I don’t know, maybe not having many friends when she was younger. Or not having a whole lot of positive social experiences as a teen. I don’t know. I don’t hate the girl, I pity her. And I feel strongly about it, too, in case you didn’t know that.
And to all those out there who say, “Oh, well Taylor Swift is such a good example for today’s young girls, and it’s better that they’re trying to emulate Taylor Swift rather than someone like Rihanna,” to them I say, “You’re half-right—I’d rather be a simpering idiot who only defines myself through every random boyfriend, only to find out I have no real personal identity whatsoever when all I have left is myself than to be a simpering idiot who only defines myself through a boyfriend that’s allowed to punch said me in the face and be OK with it,” but really, what kind of choices are those? Come on.
GRR THIS VIDEO. Here it is, I guess.