I keep out of stereotypical ‘female behaviours’. You know, those ones Hollywood films and dramas perpetuate. I keep myself to myself, I don’t talk about other people to other people or ‘gossip’ on any level. I’m afraid I’m not a nosey person, so even if I’m following you on Instagram or even had you on facebook (when I had it), I’m unlikely to know if you’re in a relationship still, what your career is or who you’re still friends with. I can guarantee I have never internet stalked you. I hate to use the phrase ‘I don’t care’ but…unless we talk regularly and have a friendship, then yeah, I’m afraid I don’t care. I hope all is well with you, I hope you are happy, healthy and kicking-ass in life, but I really don’t care enough to actually look at your profile to see if that’s the case.
Before this essay even begins I would like to stress one important, nay, the most important message of the following production: the following critique is not an attack on Taylor Swift, and if that’s what you’re here to see enacted you may feel slightly underwhelmed. Whilst I personally am not a “fan” of this particular singer (being more a hip-hop and rap kind of woman myself), Taylor Swift is, I’m sure, a lovely person. She entertains millions of people and ultimately makes them happy; a service which in of itself is worthy of commendation. I have no interest in “dragging” a fellow woman, attacking anyone’s character of insulting anyone; whilst doing so may be beneficial for online traction and views, it wouldn’t produce a productive conversation, and certainly wouldn’t stimulate intelligent reflection on the self or society.