Written with wit and tenderness, her music had a healing effect on me.
It made me feel less alone.
Swift took this to heart, and so did her fans.
The denigration of the artist and her work, led by the media, didn’t happen in isolation.
(Music publication Pitchfork didn’t deign to review it for seven years.)
Looks like they know that now.
But this isn’t a universal mea culpa moment.
Unfortunately, not all of the sexist criticism of Swift has disappeared.
I’m not letting it ruin my fun, though.
(See also Folklore and Evermore.)
Almost a decade on, Swift has fulfilled everything she promised on this album and so much more.
And so to the question of who is playing the victim here.
Who is really holding an outdated grudge?
Who is really bitter?
It’s certainly not Swift, who is quite the epitome of living one’s best life right now.
