You're Trouble

It is just way too entertaining to indulge in observing the delightful train wreck dynasty of self absorption that Taylor Swift has created for herself. America’s sweetheart? More like sweetheart of every boybandmoodyrockershirtlessbrooder to be gracing our great land with their latte-drinking, leather-jacket-wearing, bed headed presence. Innocent as apple pie? I don’t think so.

I allowed myself a little guffaw at one of Taylor’s pitifully ironic interviews, where she claimed, “I want to be that girl that when she falls in love, it’s a big deal and a rare thing.”

Allow me to debunk said statement:

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This girl’s dating track record would put Colin Farrell to shame. For all her whiny songs about how boys have treated her so badly, and her ‘woe is me all I do is wear cute 50’s inspired dresses and play my guitar barefoot while I squint-smile at you’ persona, her indulgent dating habits aren’t doing much to inspire commiseration.

Plus, I have a sneaking suspicion that she is much more business savvy about her career choices than her adolescent demeanor lets on, what with her immense talent as a song writer, spot-on fashion choices at public events, and clever self-marketing. Her Cute As A Button image is a shallow façade, one that has made her lots of money, yet does little to honor respectable womanhood.