When Taylor Swift first started out, I didn’t spend a whole lot of time thinking about her. But I did think she was cute, sweet, and a breath of fresh air in many ways, especially in the “role model” sense. Through the years, she’s had her highs and lows. While she’s steered clear of public intoxication/felony vandalism/smoking weed on stage/mental breakdowns, she hasn’t been as successful in avoiding being insufferable sometimes. You know, kind of like Anne Hathaway. She’s so sugary and spicy and everything nice-y, she can actually give you a cavity. Couple that with her ignorant anti-feminist remarks and fluffy songs, and I have to say I haven’t always been the biggest fan. But lately I’ve felt like the tides are turning. Damn it. I am falling under her spell, especially after seeing her 4th of July photos.
I guess if even former foe Lorde can fall under her spell, anyone can. Anyone being people like Lena Dunham, Emma Stone, Ingrid Michaelson, and Jaime King. Who all attended T. Swift’s Star-Studded Star Spangled Banner Slumber Party Of Sweetness (at least that was what it was called on my formal invitation, underneath a layer of star-shaped confetti made from scraps of the Federalist Papers.) They baked apple pie, frolicked in the Rhode Island surf, and even had a hillside slip ‘n slide! We know how much she loves to be patriotic, but this is taking it to another level.
WHY WASN’T I THERE. BECAUSE THERE’S A MIDDLE-AGED WOMAN INSIDE OF ME TOO. Don’t pretend you don’t agree. It’s the most Americana thing I’ve ever seen! I feel so warm and tingly just looking at this pics. It’s like a Nancy Meyer movie come to life!
God bless America and God bless Taylor Swift. Long may she reign (as queen of jam and pie and overall goodness).