Last year was difficult to say the least, but there were a few beacons of positivity that kept me afloat in the constant media storm of conflict. I took a Capstone course that reaffirmed my passion for the field of photojournalism, I turned 21 years old, my family got a new puppy and Selena Gomez released “Bad Liar,” the definitive song of the summer.
"Bad Liar" is the undeniably zesty hit that Billboard deemed the best song of 2017. The music video, drenched in gorgeous 70s sepia tones, follows Gomez as a high school student with a crush on her gym teacher, who, get this, is having an affair with her dad. All the main characters, get this, are played cheekily by Gomez herself. There’s an earnestness to the song that compliments Gomez’s successful public persona as a force of positivity. Gomez is Instagram’s number one followed account, the first to reach 100 million followers “by grace through faith.”
All this to say, up until recently, I identified as a Selena Gomez stan, or super-fan. I’ve never casually referred to myself as a Selenator, but I did throw a party in honor of her birthday this summer, and the pictures I printed out of her iconic fashion moments still decorate a wall of our living room.