Taylor-Made
Happy Birthday, Taylor Swift! 💖
My memory about how I became a full-fledged Swiftie is foggy at best, but I can vividly remember where everything started: I was in high school, chilling at home, when I heard this song about Drew and some teardrops on a guitar playing on the radio.
As a nosey teen I wondered who Drew was, if he was a real boy1, and where this girl singing on my radio found the audacity to name-check the boy who broke her heart over a song on the airwaves?!
Since then I have been enamored with who I consider to be the greatest storyteller of our generation that is Taylor Swift.
This woman has taken me and millions more on a decades-long journey retelling the story of Romeo and Juliet for the modern time, painting heartbreak as a crumpled-up piece of paper lying on the floor, and, just recently, portraying situationships as alien abductions.
Brads and chads can froth at the mouth spewing hate against her, but the fact is undisputed that Ms. Swift is a global phenomenon quite like the biggest musical legends of our time.
On her 35th birthday, I’d have wished for the Universe to “change the prophecy” and bring her someone who simply wants her company because she fucking deserves it, but that wish has already been granted—and I am so freaking happy for my girl.
Once again, happy Friday the 13th birthday, Taylor Alison Swift!