I’ve decided I like Taylor Swift. It’s not her music per se, although her songs can put me in a
dancing or, conversely, a contemplative mood. In the recording studio and on the stage, her
massive talent and undeniable artistry shine. But that’s not why I find myself standing firmly
in her corner. I think it’s her moxie. Her energy. Her fearless gal-palling. Her thumb in the
face of the music industry that I admire. An old school feminist who came of age in the
second wave, I gotta cheer for Taylor’s unabashed feminist--4th wave? 5th wave? I've lost
count--brand and message. I probably wouldn’t pay to see her live, although if my daughter
or granddaughter or grandson(s) or nieces wanted to and wouldn’t mind my tagging along,
I’m in. I will most certainly join the Swifties at a showing of her The Eras Tour 2023
documentary. Hell, yes. Why not? I might even bring a bracelet to share. In the face of the
intransigent sex and gender inequity blighting American culture, her message of social
justice and female empowerment is invigorating, contagious, and downright inspiring. I’ll
take it. Yes, indeed, I will. More Taylor, please.