Date: May 6, 2020
Time of post: 11: 35 PM
Quarantine Day: 52
Last Person I Communicated With: ChLA Group Chat
(Dustin, Savannah, and Lexi)
Last Thing I Ate: earl gray tea
Last Thing I Read: The Marrow Thieves by Cherie
Dimaline
Current Mood: energized, inspired, and righteously angry
One Thing I’ve Accomplished Today: put contacts in for the first time in forever
One Thing I Want To Accomplish Today: finish reading The
Marrow Thieves
One Reason I’m Stressed Today: so many decisions need
to be made soon; goodbyes are coming (yep, same thing as last time)
One Reason I’m Happy Today: watched Taylor Swift’s Miss
Americana documentary with Dustin and Savannah via Netflix/group chat
tonight
Dear Apocalypsers,
Hold on to your red lipstick!
This post is all about Taylor Swift!
I will be really honest. Taylor
has been in my life longer than she wasn’t. Her debut album came out in 2006
when I was 10-years-old. I’m now 24-years-old. That’s 14 years of Taylor Swift.
And I’ve loved every second
of it, from Country Taylor to Pop Taylor to Angry Taylor. I even loved Cats
(2019), people! And tonight, for the first time, I watched her documentary,
Miss Americana (2020) on Netflix, and now I am so full of genuine love
and respect for this woman that I’m (almost) speechless.
I won’t start at the
beginning (*cough, cough* December 13, 1989 when Taylor Alison Swift was born).
I won’t even start with her first album (October 24, 2006)…or the first Kanye
West incident (2009 VMAs)…no, I won’t even go into the feud surrounding his disgusting
video for “Famous” (which I won’t even link to because he doesn’t deserve
the YouTube views, but here’s an article about it)…I will mention that
it all works out as of a few short weeks ago, because of course it does because
#TaylorToldtheTruth, and she turned one of the lowest points of her life into a
3x Platinum album and a record-breaking tour…oh, and there was also the sexualassault case that she won in 2017 against a radio DJ who groped her, but that’s
not exactly what I want to talk about, either…and don’t even get me started on
the Scooter Braun/Big Machine/owning master recordings thing.
I want to talk about the
fact that Taylor Swift is a person.
I tend to be very
passionate about things. I’m a “go big or go home personality,” and I don’t do
things halfway. And I love Taylor Swift…and Emma Watson…the Jonas
Brothers…Ed Sheeran…you get the picture. In undergrad, I could basically cry on
command if I thought about Emma Watson ever speaking to me. (I know how creepy
that sounds.) There are some people that I’m just starstruck by the thought of,
but I had a revelation during the early days of quarantine (maybe even the
beginning of the semester), and I’ve kind of been chewing on it ever since: the
more interviews I read and the deeper I dive into these celebs and their work,
the more abhorrently disgusted I am by the music industry, Hollywood, and
people in general. I mean, from the heads of studios down to the fans, there
are a lot of really terrible human beings who just seem to forget that
these uber-famous people are just…people. And that breaks my heart.
(TRIGGER WARNING:
EATING DISORDERS AND BODY INSECURITY ARE TALKED ABOUT IN THE NEXT SEVERAL PARAGRAPHS)
Like, Taylor Swift has
ruled the music world for a solid decade: over 300 awards, 10 Grammys, 2 Albums
of the Year, AMA Artist of the Decade, Kids Choice Awards, BMAs, Brits—the woman
basically has it all. And she used to starve herself because she would
see paparazzi pictures of herself that she thought she looked fat in. To say I
sobbed is an understatement. Even listening to her talk about it during the
documentary, you could tell it was still an incredibly hard thing for her. She
talked about how she considered feeling like she was going to pass out during a
show was just normal. She talked about the slippery slope of eating disorders
and how no one sets out to have an eating disorder and how it just kind of
happens. She also talked about how society is insatiable when it comes to women’s
bodies: “There’s always some standard of beauty that you’re not meeting. Because
if you’re thin enough, then you don’t have that ass that everybody wants, but
if you have enough weight on you to have an ass, then your stomach isn’t flat
enough. It’s all just fucking impossible.” (Side note: Taylor Swift saying “fuck”
is my new aesthetic.) She compared her brain to a TV, telling herself to “change
the channel” if she started thinking intrusive thoughts about her appearance
and that “we don’t do that anymore.” I can’t even imagine the emotional
strength that takes.
Like I’ve said before in
this blog, I haven’t (and still don’t) have a great relationship with my body.
There are little comments that will stick with me probably for the rest of my
life—little insignificant things that mean less than nothing to the people who
said them. I remember being ashamed of my weight for the first time in 3rd
grade. Third grade. I was probably 8-years-old. (So, body insecurity has
been in my life longer than Taylor Swift and only a year less than the Harry
Potter books. Think about that.)
When I was 16 and was
diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes, I stopped eating carbs because I was terrified of
my injections. It drained all my energy, but, boy, did I lose weight. (I
basically did the keto diet before it was trendy, and that’s why I’m against
the keto diet.) I remember how great it felt when people at church and
school told me how skinny I looked—not “healthy” or even “good,” given my
recent weeklong stay in the hospital or life-changing diagnosis, but “skinny”—with
huge smiles like it was the greatest thing they could say to me. I had a shirt
I dubbed my “skinny shirt” in my own mind because it was ruched and fitted at
the waist, and I always got told I looked skinny when I wore it. My no-carb “diet”
went on for about 6 weeks. I was falling asleep at the table. Thankfully, I
decided I liked food more than I was afraid of needles (and that’s saying
something!), and I was so sick of feeling listless, but I often think about how
differently that could have ended for me.
My weight has been
something that I have good days with and bad days with all the time—sometimes both
on the same day. And, in the doc, Taylor says, “I’m a size 6 instead of a size double
0. I mean, that—that’s not how my body was supposed to be,” and that is an
incredible revelation for her…but I couldn’t help think, “I wish I was a
size 6.” Because the way that 5’10” Taylor Swift carries a size 6 body sure looks
like a 00 to 5’4”, size 16 me. But I have to stop myself when I think those
things, because I know that that’s just something that’s been ingrained in me.
Instead I remind myself of the actual truth: Taylor is beautiful; Lizzo is
beautiful; Adele is beautiful; I am beautiful. (I don’t have time to
talk about Adele right now, but news just broke of her recent weight loss, and
there are some news outlets and individuals who are just praising
her
dramatic weight loss since she came into the spotlight, and, honestly, it’s
disgusting and ignorant and flat-out dangerous.)
(OKAY, DONE WITH THAT
TOPIC. I DO HIGHLY RECOMMEND MISS AMERICANA IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN IT. HER
DISCUSSION OF EATING DISORDERS IS FROM 28:40-32:20.)
Besides how she’s
expected to look, Taylor talks a lot—a lot—about how she was expected to
be. Even growing up, she always wanted to be “good.” She opens the doc
talking about how she thrived off praise and that was a lot of what kept her
going. She wanted to be liked. She wanted people to like her and her music and
her story, and at the tender of 15/16, she had record execs telling her what a
exactly a “good girl” in the music industry looked like: be quiet; don’t talk about
politics; don’t cause any drama, and really don’t talk about politics.
And Taylor kind of traces how she started to feel unsettled by her “America’s
Sweetheart” image as she got older, met and befriended LGBTQ+ people, and
experienced firsthand issues like equal pay for women and sexual harassment in
the workplace. So, before, the 2018 midterm elections, she spoke out against Tennessee’s
Republican Senate nominee Marsha Blackburn’s policies—and about the worst thing
that happened to her reputation was that Donald Trump said he liked her music “25%
less.” (Blackburn did end up winning the race, but, at one point in the doc,
Taylor reads a news article that says
over 51,000 people registered to vote nationwide in the days after her statement,
more than the numbered who registered in the entire month of August 2018.) And
I love the conclusion she comes to toward the end of the doc: “I want to love
glitter and also stand up for the double standards that exist in our society. I
want to wear pink and tell you how I feel about politics.” (Elle Woods would be
proud, Tay!)
We have this weird
dichotomy where women—and people in general, but it’s especially true for
women, I think—can only be one thing, and certain “things” don’t mesh, like
glitter and activism or pink and politics. And that’s something that I’ve had
to process through in my own head. Like, I love stuffed animals. I still
sleep with one that I’ve had since I was 2, and there’s an overflowing basket
of them by my bed. My favorite color is glitter, and I’d paint my walls pink
if my apartment would let me. But there are times when I’ve felt like that
means I can’t be other “opposite” things. Like me loving soft and sweet
things means I can’t be a “serious” scholar or a “professional.” And, most
days, I know that’s a ridiculous notion. I can write (and have written) important
and nuanced and serious papers while propped up against my giant stuffed
unicorn named Susan. I don’t have to choose. Most days, I know that. But I love
having a Taylor Swift quote to reference now for when I forget.
Okay, we’re 1600 words in
and counting, and that’s enough and not enough space devoted to Taylor Swift.
But I want to leave you all with this quote, the one she closes Miss Americana
with: “I wanna’ still have a sharp pen and a thin skin and an open heart.”
She’s coming out swinging in her 30s, guys. She’s had enough of the petty jabs
at her “oversharing” in her songs. (You want to drag her about calling out John
Mayer in “Dear John,” even though there’s a clear argument that the song is referencing
a “dear John” letter? How come Ed Sheeran didn’t get the same flack for his
song “Nina”? Harry Styles—the world’s favorite modern rockstar—has openlyadmitted to writing “Carolina” about a woman named Townes, whom he name drops
in the song.[Don’t get me wrong; Ed and Harry are wonderful artists and great songwriters,
but they haven’t been called out for the same kinds of thing that Taylor does,
and that’s not fair.]) She’s had enough of the slut-shaming about her dating
life and the bullying and the pressure to be something that someone else
dictates to her. She’s taking everything that society has deemed her weaknesses
and is turning them into her strengths. She’s stepped into the daylight, and we
better be ready for it.
Until then, may the odds
be ever in our favor,
Katie
via GIPHY
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