The night before Taylor Swift’s new album “Reputation” was unleashed upon the waiting world, I boldly announced to my squad, “If Taylor doesn’t address her political silence on the album, I think I’m going to have to let her go.”
The words seemed final as they came out of my mouth. My friends looked at me in shock. Could this be the end of our love story? (Disclaimer: this column is going to have way too way TSwift references).
Everyone knows how much I love Taylor Swift. In high school, I would go to my room any typical Tuesday night and bop to “Fearless,” “Speak Now” and then the absolute masterpiece “Red.”
When “1989” came out my first year of college, it scored innumerable nights in Hinton James with my friends as we danced, cried and prophesied about the next four year of our lives together. I attended the “1989” World Tour in Charlotte and sobbed when she played “Out of the Woods” (a break-up song I knew all too well the feelings behind). Then the summer of 2016 happened: Taylor fell out of favor faster than her relationship with Tom Hiddleston ended.
I didn’t care too much about the famous beef with Kimye or the serpentine name-calling. I had bigger things on my mind: Donald Trump was about to secure the Republican nomination for the presidency. Hillary Clinton seemed to be our only hope. It seemed like a no-brainer that Swift, who had built her “1989” era on the platform of feminism, would voice her support for Hillary. In the days leading up to the election, I tweeted at Swift every day to endorse HRC.