So I think I might disappoint you again with the following: I LOVE the new Taylor Swift album, 1989. It’s a dance in your kitchen kind of album. It’s a play in the background while you’re getting ready with your team kind of album. It’s a play in your car on the way to the airport to drop off your best friend after the most amazing weekend kind of album.
And it’s not that Taylor isn’t pissed anymore. At the boys, at the broken hearts they leave behind. It’s just that she seems a lot less… petulant? Less petulant in her anger? I never thought I’d want to have a conversation with Taylor Swift before, like a real conversation. And now, after listening to this album, after hearing her music, I’m starting to believe Taylor Swift might have something to say.
Or, again, maybe it’s just that I grew up in the 80s. I can’t resist this sound.
Yours in gossip,