My name is Joy.
I live in Maine.
I've never met an exclamation mark I didn't like.
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I get it. You’re pissed that GaGa didn’t get best album.
And you think Taylor’s songs are simplistic and play too much on the Madonna/Whore complex. And you might be right about that.
But — and this is just me — when I was 15 I didn’t realize there was more to life than dating the boy on the football team (well, I did, but that was sort of secondary? I was, after all, a 15-year-old girl in backwoods New England). And my mom is my best friend. And a boy I sort of like tells me I make him “shine.” So Taylor just sort of gets me. I’m slightly ashamed to admit it, but it’s true.
As much as I love GaGa, she is not the best role-model either. Two of her songs made the Top 10 Unhealthy Relationship Songs of 2009. So if you’re going to make the “example to young girls” argument, I think you need to seek a different starlet. You want to argue with me? Stop talking about GaGa and talk to me about Beyonce. Now there is a fierce woman.
In the meantime, I’m going to put on my headphones and listen to songs about unrealistic love. Because sometimes that’s just what my heart wants.