I’ve had my eye-rolling moments in the past, but I have to admit: Taylor Swift is getting better and better. On her latest record, “Speak Now,” her songwriting has exploded, without forsaking the catchy hooks she’s so known for. Judge if you want, but I can’t stop listening.
The only thing that I don’t understand is her dating life. From the songs that she writes, roughly 50% of her time is spent kissing boys on the sidewalk in the rain. The other 50% of her time is spent locking eyes with boys across the room at parties with twinkling lights. Is this what my life should look like?
I AM A MISERABLE FAILURE.
Last weekend, I finished the “Twilight” series. It took me over a year, because the entire process was so painful. I don’t know why I kept reading – mostly because I just decided to, and once I decide to do something, it’s hard to convince me otherwise.
There are so many things that bother me about these books, the least of which being the “heroine” (can we call her that?), Bella Swan. A vapid shell of a girl, she offers nothing good on her own – and Stephenie Meyer allows the hot, capable, super-powered Edward to be her only saving grace, literally.
It’s totally pathetic.
Then again, I contributed $10 for each of the 4 paperbacks to advance the vampirific cause, so I guess I should just shut my mouth.