I LIKE TAYLOR SWIFT A LOT. To review: I’ve seen her in concert twice, listened to her albums obsessively (OK, I’m a bit patchier on the first three Nashville-y ones), can measure out the last ten years of my life in her songs, and have advanced theories of Taylorology around her lyrics. I once bought a T-shirt from the official Taylor Swift merchandise store bearing a picture of her cats. I’ve actually worn it.
I even use one of her lines as my Twitter bio. It’s a good line too, from “I album: “They’re burning all the witches even if you aren’t one/So light me up.” I embraced it as a statement of defiance from a woman who’d dealt with the rougher side of having a public profile, but character limitations means I can only use the “light me up” bit, and I worry sometimes that it just makes me sound like a stoner. Still, loyalty to Taylor means I’m unlikely to change it.
