The release of a new Taylor Swift album, like all things in the Taylor-verse, is not a moment for solitude. It is a social event, a time to share hot takes, analyze clues, jump to conclusions.
I must have done something right in my life, because I am fortunate enough to be surrounded by brilliant, Swift-obsessed young women brimming with thoughts about the World’s Greatest Pop Star. Here is a sampling of what popped up on my phone during the first 12 hours or so following the release of The Life of a Showgirl last Friday at midnight:
“I’m addicted to the album. The storytelling is spectacular and it’s such a strong voice.”
“I do not like this album at all, with the exception of two or three songs.”
“I absolutely love the album. It brings together all the fun, lighthearted parts about