Taylor Swift reveals that ‘Guilty as Sin?’ was supposed to be the third single from ‘TTPD’:
“We were supposed to make it as, like, a third single... but I figured, this album has said what it needed to say, and I wanted to make way for the next era”
(https://t.co/XMOoqvtnVT…)
Sorry to go on about Taylor Swift, but I keep seeing "Let your daughter be an Erika Kirk, not a Taylor Swift.
Fuck that!
Here's a little about Taylor Swift.
She is GENEROUS.
She gave her crew for the Eras Tour 10% of the revenue. That's $197 million.
She donated enough money at EVERY venue to top off food banks for a year.
She gives money to random GoFundMes. She gave $100,000 to the family of a fire fighter who died.
She gave another $100,000 to a toddler who had cancer.
She gave away well over $200 million last year alone. And that's just what we KNOW about.
She is KIND.
She identifies fans and each year, sends a set of them Christmas presents. She looks at their Social Media to figure out what they want and buys them hand-selected gifts.
Then she WRAPS THEM HERSELF and mails them packages.
When she gave her crew bonuses, she didn't just have her accountant take care of it. She gave each of them a hand-written, personalized note.
That shows a kind of humanity that is really touching. She doesn't see employees. She sees people. You can't fake that at the end. You have to take the time to notice people and appreciate them individually throughout the year, and there were over 100 of them.
That is quite a capacity to care. Can we honestly just appreciate how big of a heart that takes? To take moments every day to NOTICE things.
I once had a venue manager tell me that when she performed at their venue she went around and introduced herself to every one of them.
She is the only act they'd ever seen do that.
She is ACCOMPLISHED
She is already one of the most successful recording artists in history, and she's only 36.
I don't care if you like her music. Her fans do. She knows her audience.
I'm a 58-year-old Gen X dude. I'm not her target audience. I can live with not everything having to be made for me.
I'm a classic rock guy. I honestly don't even know what Swift's songs are. I don't feel the need to listen to her entire library to defend her though.
She's got the receipts.
Grammys, album sales, concerts, streams--any way you want to look at it, she is one of the tops ever with years ahead of her.
She is FIERCE
And in spite of all that, she took on the MUSIC INDUSTRY and WON!
She stood up for herself, she didn't back down.
I man, you have to really appreciate what it takes to do that--especially as a woman. She literally changed the industry.
I won't go into trying to belittle Erika Kirk. There's no point in that. If you find something in her to aspire to, go for it.
But that doesn't make Taylor less of a person.
If you have a daughter who has the character of Taylor--the generosity, the kindness, and the ferocity to stand up for herself against a titan and WIN, then you have one hell of a daughter, even if she never sells an album.
If you need to drag someone down to lift someone up, that says more about you than either of them.
moment in your twenties when you look around a room full of people who used to kiss like they were trying to crawl inside each other’s lungs, and suddenly all of them are talking about rent, dog food, joint Costco memberships… and you realize the make-outs died somewhere between “we’re official” and “whose turn is it to buy detergent.”
Nobody warns you how quietly kissing becomes… logistical.
Early on it’s embarrassing how much you want each other. Backseat heat, hallway pin-ups, kitchen counters, stupid giggles, smudged lip balm. You kiss because you can’t not. Because the sight of their mouth does something stupid to your spine. Because it feels like free oxygen.
Then time passes.
And somehow the same mouth you once wanted to bite becomes the mouth that asks “did you switch the laundry” or “should we defrost the chicken.” You kiss goodnight like clocking out. You kiss hello like a receipt. You kiss on holidays for photos. Slow death by routine. Not on purpose. Not because the love is gone. Because life and exhaustion and familiarity sneak in like mold in the corners and no one notices until it’s everywhere.
People in long relationships do kiss.
Just… not the way you think.
Not the pressed-against-a-wall, hands-in-hair, “if the world ends in ten minutes at least we died doing this” kind of kissing.
More like “I love you but I am tired” pecks.
More like “you’re here and I’m grateful” forehead touches.
More like “we’re a team even when we’re barely standing up” kind of leaning.
your friends won’t say out loud:
make-outs don’t die naturally.
They die when two people stop choosing them.
Every couple hits that fork.
Not the dramatic one.
The boring one.
The night where you’re both on the couch, half scrolling, half melting, and one of you thinks “I could kiss them right now” but doesn’t, because you smell like the day, because you’re bloated from dinner, because you don’t feel sexy, because it feels silly to suddenly act like teenagers. So you don’t. And the moment passes. And those moments keep passing. And after a while you both pretend the spark is a myth adults grow out of.
the couples who still make out?
They’re not magic.
They’re just bold in stupid small ways.
The guy who suddenly grabs his girl in the kitchen even though he has dish soap on his hands.
The girl who climbs into his lap on a Tuesday night for no reason except her body told her to.
The couple who decides embarrassment is a trash emotion and kisses like idiots even if the dog stares.
The ones who remember that kissing is not foreplay.
Kissing is connection.
Kissing is medicine.
Kissing is “we are still alive together.”
Most couples stop not because passion dies
but because they become shy with the person who knows them best.
Ask anyone who’s been in love for real: the best make-outs happen after the storms. After the fights. After the scary nights. After the moment where one of you cries into the other’s shirt. That’s when kissing feels like returning to the body you trust.
is it true?
Do couples barely make out?
For a lot of them, yes.
For a lot of them, no.
It depends on whether they let comfort turn into emotional hibernation.
real question underneath yours is different:
“Does long-term love automatically dull the hunger?”
the honest answer is this:
Hunger changes, but it doesn’t disappear.
It gets quieter until someone wakes it.
If you ever end up with someone who still pushes you against the bathroom counter after three years, or kisses you at the fridge, or grabs your face at 07:13 before coffee because they missed you in their sleep…
hold that.
Not luck.
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That’s two people refusing to retire from desire.
went to Quiapo with my mom a few days ago
thinking about my teacher's review of Sunshine, where he wrote "the hypocrisy of a society where black markets for abortion operate in the shadows of churches"
@SofterThnAKittn I'm not even American but people take this literally act as if they never heard the phrase "You're killing me" when someone makes you laugh