Country music is terrible. If that offends you, good. I don’t care, and to be honest, if you’re offended because someone happens to have a different opinion than you, you’re an idiot. Now, moving past my ungodly amount of distaste for country music, I want to focus on a single aspect of country music: Taylor Swift. All I ever hear people talk about is how much they love Taylor Swift. Well, I think it’s high time a different story was told in regards to Ms. Swift.
Taylor swift sucks.
There are a lot of people that are famous that I don’t understand why. (Paris Hilton, Sarah Palin, The cast of The Jersey Shore.) However, one trend I really don’t understand is the “Taylor Swift Phenomenon.” Over the past several years Swift has sky rocketed to success, and it’s sickening.
First off, Taylor Swift isn’t ugly, but there are a lot more attractive women in the world. Though, as young as she is, I wouldn’t doubt if part her fame was contributed by disgusting rednecks who dug the fact that she was famous before she turned eighteen. Second of all, people are always talking about how Taylor swift writes her own songs. Newsflash, I could tell, because they sound like the incessant whining of a high school girl.
Maybe it’s you, Taylor
Every Taylor Swift song I’ve ever heard seems to be about how she was either spurned by a boy, or in love with a boy who didn’t love her back. Well, she’s in high school so that’s sort of understandable. However, if you are a grown woman, and heartfelt while singing along, you’re pathetic and you deserve to be lonely.
Here’s my advice for Taylor, not that she’ll take it I’m sure. Maybe it’s you. If you are writing all these songs about different guys that all left you, you are the only common thing in all those relationships. Maybe you’re the reason they are leaving. Maybe he would have said no if you weren’t so needy and constantly whining.
Lastly, I would like to show you a glimpse of the real world. If you want a man, ladies, you’re gonna have to work for it. If you don’t, you are gonna live a lonely and depressing life. Here’s an idea, Taylor. Maybe if you did something besides wear a t-shirt and eye rape the guy from the bleachers, he might notice you. Until then, I can guarantee he’s gonna be looking at the cheer captain in short shorts and not the weird girl in the stand by herself. Choke down that dose of reality.