My love has been divided between two Taylors. And I I I like it.


Most who know me really well know that me admitting to liking Taylor Swift is one of the hardest things I will ever do. I think I always liked her catchy jams, but I was ashamed that I liked them. I could admit that she was talented, but I didn’t care for her voice and wished someone else would sing her awesome tunes. When her recent album was released a lot of friends told me it was really good and that I should just buy it. It was one of my ‘unemployed Jenny’ purchases and I daresay it was the best. (The only other items I remember purchasing during this sad time include approx. 50 medium diet cokes from McDonalds during Monopoly and some super cool malformed gourds around Halloween. Just so you know what she was up against).

So yes, one day at Target I saw it there staring at me. In all it’s bonus-disc glory. I threw it in my cart and tried not to look at it or think about it. Naturally I opened it immediately upon entering my car and proceeded to jam hard for the next few weeks. My favorite was singing ‘We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together” at the top of my lungs, pretending I was singing it to my old job. (Sorry IL-ers. It was a very sad, dark time.) But I still didn’t want to publicly admit that I liked that cd. Because after all, I could like that album but it didn’t mean I had to LIKE HER.

Fast forward. December 10 I got a text from my sister-in-law’s sister asking if I would be interested in going to the Taylor Swift concert on June 1. I thought it would be a fun family outing and I decided to go. I didn’t think about it much and I didn’t look forward to it like I would with other concerts. I thought it would be fun to see her in good company but that was about as far as my excitement went.

We got to the show pretty early and walked around a little bit. There were about 40 tour busses that looked like this, all with different pictures of her pretty face.


Everyone was wearing T-gear, dressed like Taylor Swift, wearing red, or had just cut their bangs before the show. I felt like I finally understood just how big the Backstreet Boys were circa the Millenium album. (SO BIG!) Her following is cult-like and before the concert I thought it was hysterical. After the concert, I still thought it was hysterical, but I totally got it.

The opening acts were entertaining but the build-up for Miss Swift was insane. The energy in that place was nutso. Thousands of 10 year old girls (and a couple 27 year old girls) anxious to see Tay Tay. When she finally came on I thought my ears were going to explode. So. Much. Screaming. For the next two hours she entertained the oh-my-heck out of that Utah crowd, including me, the hater. Throughout the night she played the guitar, banjo, drums and piano. She changed outfits a billion times. And they were all awesome. She sounds fantastic live and  she talked to the crowd a ton, which was super cool. She would say something like, “Oh, hello Salt Lake City.” And people would scream for 10 minutes straight. And I was one of them. “SHE JUST SAID MY CITY!!!”

So yeah. Whatever. I like her now. She’s awesome. She’s the coolest. She’s the best. I want to be her friend. But she would probably tell me all I am is mean and a liar and pathetic and alone in life. And I would deserve it.

I concluded from this experience that I’m extremely prideful and there might be other things that I claim to hate that I might not hate. This list is not comprehensive but contains some things I claim to hate that maybe I don’t hate. You should know that I still really think I hate these things. But with time, maybe I will not hate 1 or 2 of them.

Scarlett Johansson
Twilight (books)
Twilight (movies)
Twilight (actors)
Twilight (merchandise)
Ender’s Game
Empress of China
Contact lenses
Vampire Diaries

So there you have it. A big confession and maybe more to come. Is this what growing up feels like? Probably.

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