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But the metaphor is a stretch.
Swift cherishes a delicate distortion.
Mapping the masterminds machinations, you catch her wielding tall tales about herself in defense.
/ That Ill sue you if you step on my lawn?
The odds and the analogies stack in her favor.
Women of the past become touchstones for the sexist doubt and dismissal she faces.
Having lingered in the atmosphere for too long, Swift doesnt enjoy the most charitable interpretation.
Slavery was still legal!
ButThe Tortured Poets Departmentfinds the star more interested in redrawing boundaries following an immutable media blitz.
This was apparently a supercharging event.
Nothing galvanizes Taylor Swift like being told what she cant or shouldnt do.
Shes great at identifying and isolating clear-cut hero-and-villain distinctions.
(My followers worried that my man was secretly racist is perhaps themost2024 story.
We put Ice Spice in a potentially profoundlyuncomfortableposition is more juicy abandoned real estate.)
Swift is right to stress that theres no merch bundle that includes a say in her love life.
Guilty As Sin conjuresMadonna: What if I roll the stone away?
/ Theyre gonna crucify me anyway.
Editing anotherepic, Sin envisions a sepulcher as a shield against assassins.
You dont expect the writers sympathy to lie with the rebound imbroglio.
(The sentiment makes the more funerealfolkloreandevermoresongs seem less fictional in retrospect.)
Exploring confounding ripples in her private life, Taylor Swift reaches stasis in her professional one.
The credits bear out the differences in the two halves of what Swift is referring to as an anthology.
With the Bleachers front man, Swift peruses familiar pockets.
The denser Dessner tracks almost seem to ask for more from the singer, teasing out chameleonic tendencies.
The piano ballad How Did It End?
Listeners choose their own adventures.
