So, whilst I get my proverbial shit together over here, I'll leave you with my first post of the new year and decade. An apology. To Taylor Swift.
One of my very best qualities is that no matter what, when I'm wrong about something, I'll admit it.
Last February, I wrote a post about music. And in that post, I kind of railed on The Swift a little bit. In retrospect, I was a bit harsh. Quite honestly, I now like her music. Every time I'm in the car singing along to You Belong With Me, I feel a little guilty about what I wrote. I think she's talented and probably one of the most down to earth celebrities in the game. Every interview and article I read makes me like her even more.
She writes her own music and lyrics and so-freaking-what if they sometimes sound like diary entries. She's a young girl. That's what she's supposed to sound like. It's sweet. And a lot better than singing about wanting to take a ride on somebody's disco stick.
She handled Kanye's douchebaggery with the poise of royalty and that kicked up my respect level another notch. I think she's a great role model for girls and by God, girls today need nothing more than a beautiful, smart, hard-working and talented person to look up to.
So, there it is. Mea culpa. I was wrong. Swift, I wish you nothing but a lifetime of continued success.
Also, GaGa? You have officially hooked me on your sweet beats. I can't stop moving when I hear Bad Romance. I can't stop singing when I hear Paparazzi. But I still hate that stupid Disco Stick song. Other than that, we're cool now.