We are a doomed civilization. Only that can explain why news about pop star Taylor Swift breaking up with her latest trophy boyfriend competes with breaking news about NFL football.
Taylor’s swift break-up
Her latest hookup was with Harry Styles, the Mick Jagger wannabe from the British boy band One Direction (aka 1D). It lasted only 65 days, which I suppose is newsworthy.
Unlike most entertainers, Taylor revels in her status as a role model. She encourages little girls to look up to her.
However, the way she runs through men seems inconsistent with that role. Indeed. Taylor might prove no more suitable a role model for little girls than Mick, the notorious rolling-stone, was for little boys.
Taylor will date for a song, literally
Taylor is known for turning fodder from her relationships into hit songs. She blurs reality and entertainment with disquieting ease.
The remarkable thing is that this promiscuous and mercenary songstress still cultivates a chaste, girl-next-door image. After all, she has already exploited at least ten celebrity boyfriends. And I suspect the only problem Taylor has ever had with them is Taylor herself.
Frankly, I’m not sure why everyone thinks she’s so cute. Her penchant for dressing like a 1950s teenager is offputting enough.
But she’s a manipulative starfucker whose partial list of bedpost conquests, in just the last few years, includes Joe Jonas, Taylor Lautner, John Mayer, Cory Monteith, Jake Gyllenhaal, Patrick Schwarzenegger, Conor Kennedy, and now Harry Styles.
Frankly, given her record, I can’t see why any self-respecting celebrity would want to touch her with a 10-foot pole. And, by the way, the name we usually call a woman whose job requires her to sleep with men is not “a performer.” It begins with a “p,” though.