Why Taylor Swift Offends Little Monsters, Feminists, and Weirdos →
Gold. I like Taylor Swift, and my itunes is graced with the presence of a few of her songs, but this article is filled with little gems too on point to ignore, such as this —
“If Swift’s work connects with teenage girls, it does so on the most simplistic, reductive territory of all: pining for boys, walking in the rain, kissing in the rain, crying drops of tears on her guitar, driving in trucks with cool boys, wanting boys she can’t have, more rain, more letter-writing, more stalking, more broken hearts, breathing problems as a side-effect of broken hearts, fairytale princess this, white horse that, more pining at the window, more psuedo-stalking, more incomplete hearts yearning for your touch, and one song that misinterprets Shakespeare and The Scarlet Letter so criminally I’m certain she’s never read either.”
and this —
“I mean, she’s pretty clear in “Fifteen” — really the only song where Taylor has an actual female friend — that “Abigail gave everything she had to a boy, who changed his mind, and we both cried.”
I’ll spare you the time of listening to the song and give it to you straight: Abigail had sex with a boy, and later they broke up. That’s right. No marriage. She gave him all she had.
That’s right. All Abigail had was her hymen.”
All the Sad Young Virgins
His hand on her knee.
Suddenly, she had to go.
Why were they going so slow?
Careful
Silence.
It had been five days since
he’d said.
good fucking riddance.
An arrangement of words stolen from pg. 6 of the novel “Paint it Black” by Janet Fitch with original punctuation and capitalization intact.
Ghosts
a glass of milk standing up at the sink.
cutout hearts
light from the kitchen window pouring over her.
white on white in the colorless light
snowflakes
“What happened?”
All she heard was the roar of blood in her ears.
An arrangement of words stolen from pg. 9 of the novel “Paint it Black” by Janet Fitch with original punctuation and capitalization intact.
French Connection - “The Woman”
“These men come…pfft, it matters not. This is the woman, and this is the way of things.”
So many ways to interpret that statement. Gold.
Gold.
He did this thing, this thing that was infuriating and magic all at the same time. He cared. Enough for the both of them. Because god knows she couldn’t. Or a better word is wouldn’t. She wouldn’t care. She hadn’t for along time, and she became comfortable. Being alone had become comfortable. And there were so many excuses that made it easy to stay comfortable. So many excuses that worked on paper, but in the end, were just that…excuses. He cared. He was the one she liked the most…but she was a creature of comfort.
