taylor swift before she was famous

anonymous asked:

lana definitely got her career and success by her mouth not by her music just like 90% successful women. yall think she got her career because of how smart she is? She fell to the knees for the men. easy way to be successful woman.

90% of successful women??

So what? Successful women are almost always hoes & no talent? Women can only have success if it’s from pleasuring a man?? and what successful men get there by actual talent??? Bullshit.

  A lot of the famous female singers got big from being child stars anyways.. not from fucking their way up to the top. REGARDLESS. Lana has so much talent and creativity. I can’t name a singer who has written more songs. She’s an endless well of ideas. Who cares who she slept with?? She wrote & performed songs for 5+ YEARS before she got any recognition. Taylor Swift, Selena, Miley, Demi, 5H, Ariana, Adele, Lorde, Sia.. I don’t think any of these women got their success by falling to their knees for some rich asshole. It’s no secret that Lana was promiscuous but that whole statement was so sexist.


The rest of the quote said “but none of them helped me which was annoying” “I had gone to record labels in London a year and a half ago and showed them my songs, but no one was interested.“
“My record was shelved for two and a half years. But because it was so dark, no one wanted to spend money on promoting it. After two and a half years, everyone came to the understanding that it wasn’t the project they thought it was. I was the only person on their roster, they signed me because they liked me. It was a passion project. Working with David, we thought good things were going to come. But just because you work with someone famous doesn’t mean you’re gonna be famous and no one wrote about that album. It was only out for two and a half months on iTunes. You would think it gave me a nice launching pad, but things stood still for a long time.”  

“First of all, no one was even listening to me for ages, so I did whatever I wanted. I had no fans, the same bands I’ve talked to for five years. I know what I like and what to write about thematically and I have integrity in my musical choices and I’ve stuck to that and I think it’s a nice gift for me because I have stuck to my guns about what I want to hear sonically, so at least I’ve done that right.”

I have taken taking my music to labels for years, and everyone just thought it was creepy. They thought the images with the music were weird and verging on psychotic. And then, one day, its like people decided it wasn’t actually too strange, it was actually too perfect.”

I haven’t had any help for a very long time. It’s only recently. You have to understand, record labels don’t invest in people who are unknown. Do you know what A&R guys say to people now? "Come back to me when you’ve sold 1 million units.” That’s the case, and I know because I know everything about it, you know. They don’t sign unknown acts. First of all, it’s an impossibility in the economic environment now. The funny thing is, when I signed to my new labels, I was so happy because I was going to have help. I have great ideas and everyone’s so on board.”



  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: if hannah montana was an internationally recognized pop superstar, why was miley's only form of disguise a blonde wig? how would the people at her school not recognize her face? if you saw a girl at your school with the face of taylor swift walking around but with black hair, you wouldn't see it and assume it was just a student with her taylor swift's exact facial features, would you??if lorde suddenly dyed her hair blonde she wouldn't become unrecognizable to everyone, right?? and wasn't billy ray famous before she was even born?? ignoring the fact that his only disguise was a moustache, did word not get out in the media that he had a kid??? wouldn't tmz still exist in this world? how did he convince everyone that his daughter was named hannah and not miley??? wouldn't they assume that "hannah montana" was a stage name anyway considering billy ray's last name was stewart?? wasn't billy ray her manager??? didn't he perform with his daughter multiple times??? how was he not recognized???? he was famous enough to have dolly parton be the godmother of his daughter, right????? why is jason earles so creepy????????

The day Taylor Swift held my hand and asked me if I was ‘ready for a photo shoot’

By: Hermione Hoby for The Guardian
Date: Sunday, July 16th 2017

It’s summertime, New York City, 2014 and a starstruck reporter interviews the charismatic singer at a restaurant. Then it’s time to go…

On a Tuesday afternoon three years ago, I entered a Manhattan restaurant where I had been told Taylor Swift would be, waiting to be interviewed. It seemed astonishing that there she was indeed: an outrageously famous person occupying a human-woman amount of space as she talked, texted, ate salad and, finally, introduced me to the art of the selfie.

“A selfie with Taylor” had been a firm order from my editor. I’d never taken a selfie before and I’d certainly never asked a celebrity for one. Like Leonardo da Vinci teaching your life drawing class or Michael Jackson helping you moonwalk, it struck me as a grave and absurd sort of privilege that it was Taylor Swift who taught me how. (As everyone under the age of 30 knows, you hold the phone above you at arm’s length, for the most flattering angle.)

I thought this blurry, if carefully angled picture of our faces was it for photo ops. But as we stood up to leave, it was clear something alarming had happened. A sort of mouth had formed outside, a crowd of hunched figures in black pointing cameras at the door that would eject a superstar. And with her, me.

Taylor – I suppose we were now on post-selfie first-name terms – must have seen my terror. She asked in a droll and gentle way if I was “ready for a photo shoot” then took my hand firmly and out we strode. Cameras flashed, voices rose and, like the Red Sea parting, the crowd shifted to allow her into the waiting Suburban. And then I was on my own, walking towards the subway feeling dizzy.

The next day there were shots of us – “us!” – on the internet. In them I’m clutching a tote bag from the Marxist publishing house Verso. It reads “Philosophy for Militants”, the title of a book by the French philosopher Alain Badiou. (Not sure if Taylor’s read it.) Left-leaning conspiracy theorists leapt to expound on Red, Swift’s monolithic pop album-cum-Communist directive. Elsewhere, teenage girls confidently asserted I was her girlfriend. Of all the possible untruths about me that could metastasize online, being romantically involved with Taylor Swift was, I conceded, one I could let slide. There followed a general assumption that, if not Taylor Swift’s actual lover, I was nonetheless “friends” with her, or “had access” to her. Relatives’ friends’ daughters sent Facebook messages breathless with exclamation marks and almost painful with need. When I got married a month later I lost track of the number of wedding guests who asked whether “Tay” was attending.

I began to wonder if, in my post-Taylor life, I would now disappoint everyone. That wasn’t very Swiftian thinking though, was it? I duly tried to “shake it off, shake it off”. Sometimes though, I’ll sit down on the subway next to a woman listening to 1989, glance at her tiny screen and privately whisper to myself, she doesn’t know I held her hand.


You can read the original interview with Taylor and Hermione Hoby here.

Kanye West VS Taylor Swift on "Famous" Lyrics
  • Kanye West on the phone with Taylor Swift: "You still got the Nashville number?"
  • Taylor Swift: "I still have the Nashville umm area code, but I had to change it."
  • Kanye West reads the "Famous" lyric: "To all my southside n----s that know me best, I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex."
  • Taylor Swift: "I'm like this close to overexposure."
  • Kanye West: "Oh, well this I think this a really cool thing to have."
  • Taylor Swift: "I know, I mean it's like a compliment, kind of."
  • Kanye West: "All I give a f--k about is you as a person and as a friend, I want things that make you feel good. "
  • Taylor Swift: "That's sweet."
  • Kanye West: "I don't want to do rap that makes people feel bad."
  • Taylor Swift: "Umm, yeah I mean go with whatever line you think is better. It's obviously very tongue in cheek either way. And I really appreciate you telling me about it, that's really nice."
  • Kanye West: "Oh yeah, I just had a responsibility to you as a friend you know, and I mean thanks for being so cool about it."
  • Taylor Swift: "Aw thanks. Um yeah I really appreciate it, like the heads up is so nice. [inaudible] Even asking or seeing if I would be okay with it and I just really appreciate it. Like I would never expect you to like tell me about a line in one of your songs."
  • Kanye West: "It's pretty crazy."
  • Taylor Swift: "And then the flowers that you sent me, I like Instagrammed a picture of them and it's like the most Instagram likes I've ever gotten. It was like 2.7" [video cuts off]
  • Kanye West: "Relationships are more important than punch lines, ya know?"
  • Taylor Swift: "I don't think anyone would listen to that and be like that's a real diss she must be crying. You've gotta tell the story the way that it happened to you and the way that you experienced it. You honestly didn't know who I was before that. It doesn't matter that I sold 7 million of that album before you did that which is what happened, you didn't know who I was before that. It's fine."
  • Taylor Swift: "I might be in debt, but I can make these things happen. I have the ideas to do it and I create these things and concepts. I'm always going to respect you. I'm really glad that you have the respect to call me and tell me that as a friend about the song. It's a really cool thing to do and a really good show of friendship so thank you."
  • Kanye West: "Thank you, too."
  • Taylor Swift: "And you know, if people ask me about it I think it would be great for me to be like, ‘Look, he called me and told me the line before it came out. Jokes on you guys, We're fine.' You guys want to call this a feud; you want to call this throwing shade but right after the song comes out I'm going to be on a Grammys red carpet and they're going to ask me about it and I'll be like, ‘He called me.' It's awesome that you're so outspoken about this and be like, ‘Yeah, she does. It made her famous.' Its more provocative to say ‘might still have sex…' It's doesn't matter to me. There's not like one [line] that hurts my feelings and one that doesn't."

The day Taylor Swift held my hand and asked me if I was ‘ready for a photo shoot’

It’s summertime, New York City, 2014 and a starstruck reporter interviews the charismatic singer at a restaurant. Then it’s time to go…

Hermione Hoby
Sunday 16 July 2017 06.00 BST

On a Tuesday afternoon three years ago, I entered a Manhattan restaurant where I had been told Taylor Swift would be, waiting to be interviewed. It seemed astonishing that there she was indeed: an outrageously famous person occupying a human-woman amount of space as she talked, texted, ate salad and, finally, introduced me to the art of the selfie.

“A selfie with Taylor” had been a firm order from my editor. I’d never taken a selfie before and I’d certainly never asked a celebrity for one. Like Leonardo da Vinciteaching your life drawing class or Michael Jackson helping you moonwalk, it struck me as a grave and absurd sort of privilege that it was Taylor Swift who taught me how. (As everyone under the age of 30 knows, you hold the phone above you at arm’s length, for the most flattering angle.)

I thought this blurry, if carefully angled picture of our faces was it for photo ops. But as we stood up to leave, it was clear something alarming had happened. A sort of mouth had formed outside, a crowd of hunched figures in black pointing cameras at the door that would eject a superstar. And with her, me.

Taylor – I suppose we were now on first-name terms – must have seen my terror

Taylor – I suppose we were now on post-selfie first-name terms – must have seen my terror. She asked in a droll and gentle way if I was “ready for a photo shoot” then took my hand firmly and out we strode. Cameras flashed, voices rose and, like the Red Sea parting, the crowd shifted to allow her into the waiting Suburban. And then I was on my own, walking towards the subway feeling dizzy.

‘Relatives’ friends’ daughters sent Facebook messages breathless with exclamation marks.’

The next day there were shots of us – “us!” – on the internet. In them I’m clutching a tote bag from the Marxist publishing house Verso. It reads “Philosophy for Militants”, the title of a book by the French philosopher Alain Badiou. (Not sure if Taylor’s read it.) Left-leaning conspiracy theorists leapt to expound on Red, Swift’s monolithic pop album-cum-Communist directive. Elsewhere, teenage girls confidently asserted I was her girlfriend. Of all the possible untruths about me that could metastasise online, being romantically involved with Taylor Swift was, I conceded, one I could let slide. There followed a general assumption that, if not Taylor Swift’s actual lover, I was nonetheless “friends” with her, or “had access” to her. Relatives’ friends’ daughters sent Facebook messages breathless with exclamation marks and almost painful with need. When I got married a month later I lost track of the number of wedding guests who asked whether “Tay” was attending.

I began to wonder if, in my post-Taylor life, I would now disappoint everyone. That wasn’t very Swiftian thinking though, was it? I duly tried to “shake it off, shake it off”. Sometimes though, I’ll sit down on the subway next to a woman listening to 1989, glance at her tiny screen and privately whisper to myself, she doesn’t know I held her hand.

SPIN

Though Taylor Swift’s decision to put her discography back on Spotify a week ago was—despite her protestations—an obvious attempt at further inflaming Katy Perry, it’s also a good enough reason as any to reexamine her discography. So it is now that I urge you to listen to her fourth album Red.

It’s hard now to think of Swift as something smaller and more humble than the highest, most gleaming lightning rod in a dark thunderous sky, but when Red was released in October 2012 she was mostly just a good ol’ pop star. She was not without controversy, of course (Kanye West’s interruption of her VMA acceptance speech happened in 2009), but still most of it was centered around which of her songs were about which of her famous ex-boyfriends, a scavenger hunt she openly encouraged via clues written into her albums’ liner notes. She was not yet a one-woman factory for conversations about feminism or race or gentrification, whose every move is treated with presidential-level scrutiny.

Red, in many respects, feels like the last pure Taylor Swift album we’ll ever get. It’s not just the last one before her career became consumed by the narratives that grow from it, but also the last one before she completely engineered her music for world domination. Nobody with a stake in the Taylor Swift business—which is a lot of people—would deem her most recent album 1989 to be anything other than a gigantic success, not when counting (the money derived from) three No. 1 singles, 1.2 million copies moved in its first week, and a sold-out worldwide tour. 1989 is still encoded with Swift’s DNA—top-shelf songwriting and her typically biting, often self-referential lyrics—but it presents a homogenized version of a pop star who once stood alone in an industry colored by the creation and pursuit of trends. 1989 pulls broadly from the history of pop music—”Shake It Off” nods at Motown girl groups, while a song like “All You Had to Do Was Stay” is pure Radio Disney—but it’s mostly infatuated, like so much pop of the time, with the ’80s. The country music of her early days was left a molted skin. Her much cooler friends Haim loomed large.

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From Making His Game of Thrones Cameo to Taking Shots with Beyoncé: 11 of Ed Sheeran's Most Unbelievably True Celebrity Stories

Partying with Taylor Swift, Sleeping on Jamie Foxx’s Couch: Ed Sheeran Stories

HIS GAME OF THRONES CAMEO WAS A LONG TIME COMING

Turns out Ed Sheeran’s cameo during the season 7 premiere of Game of Thrones had been in the works for longer than expected — in an attempt to surprise actress Maisie Williams (pictured left), a self-proclaimed superfan. “For years, we tried to get Ed Sheeran on the show to surprise Maisie, and this year we finally did it,” show creator David Benioff said during an event at South by Southwest. “Throwback to the time I was a Lannister,” Sheeran wrote, posting a screenshot of himself on Instagram when his episode aired. (Next up? A role on The Simpsons.)

Source: People

HE SLEPT ON JAMIE FOXX’S COUCH BEFORE FINDING FAME

“Ed Sheeran slept on my couch for six weeks before he was famous,” Foxx recalled during an appearance on The Graham Norton Show. “I was doing a radio show in L.A. and he knew that we do music so he came to my radio show.” The “Thinking Out Loud” crooner then asked Foxx if he would listen to some of his music. The Oscar winner did, referring to the performer as “incredible.” “I said, ‘Listen, I know you don’t have anywhere to go, just chill here,’ ” he continued. “I was giving him food and my daughter was like, 'Who do you have over here now?’ ”

Source: People

PAUL SIMON ASKED TO MEET HIM

It’s no secret Sheeran has a star-studded group of fans — including Elton John and Eric Clapton — but the coolest guest he’s had at one of his concerts? Paul Simon. Sheeran told Entertainment Weekly: “I can’t remember where I was playing — Boston or Philadelphia or something — but after, my tour manager said, 'Paul Simon wants to have a drink with you.’ I’m like, 'What?! Surely someone would have said, 'Can we put Paul Simon on the guest list?’ But nope, he bought a ticket and came with his daughter, who is the sweetest.”

Source: People

HE & TAYLOR SWIFT ONCE HID FROM THE COPS

During a joint interview on BBC Radio 1, the longtime besties spilled on that time they ended up hiding from police in a hotel bathroom after the 2015 Grammys. “We were at a party in Mark Ronson’s [hotel] room and then the police shut it down,” Sheeran said. “That made us feel so cool,” Swift chimed in. “We had to hide in a bathroom … I grabbed Ed and I was like, 'Cops are here. Come with me.’ Who would have thought I’d be the one who, like, knows how to get you away from the police?’ ” After escaping from the bathroom, the duo headed to another post-Grammys party, where, as Swift put it, “a lot of weird things” continued to happen. “Ed was in a special place,” Swift recalled. “We spent 10 minutes hugging koala bears.” The next morning, Swift was reminded of a run-in with a fellow musical star: “I woke up with an email from The Weeknd and he was like, 'You told me how beautiful I was for about 15 minutes straight and started to pet my hair.’ It looked really cool that night and I apparently went on and on about it … I was like ‘You’re so magnificent.’ ”

Source: People

SAOIRSE RONAN GAVE HIM A TATTOO … AND MISSPELLED IT

At an April 2017 concert, Sheeran took a break from his set to share a funny story with his fans: Ronan, who stars in his music video for “Galway Girl,” was planning on inking his arm with the song title. But when the time came for her to spell out the word “Girl,” she flubbed and wrote “Grill” instead. “When we were filming it I meant to get a tattoo of her handwriting saying 'Galway Girl’ and it’s kind of point of view and I get the tattoo. It actually says Galway Grill. Like full on, full on she really took the piss out of me with this one. It actually says Galway Grill. G-r-i-l-l. I thought I’d tell you that — I haven’t told anyone that yet.”

Source: People

HIS FIRST DATE WITH GIRLFRIEND CHERRY SEABORN WAS AT TAYLOR SWIFT’S FOURTH OF JULY PARTY

“I’ve known Cherry since I was 11,” the singer told PEOPLE of his girlfriend. “She worked on Wall Street in New York, and I had like six shows [around New York in 2015].” “It was around then, and we reconnected. I went on tour again, and then I went to Taylor’s 4th of July party,” he added. “I was texting [Seaborn], and she was like, 'I’m in Rhode Island at a 4th of July party,’ and I was like, 'So am I.’ I kinda said to Taylor, 'Can I invite one of my old schoolmates?’ The rest is history.”

Source: People

HE HAS HOOKED UP WITH TAYLOR SWIFT’S FRIENDS

While he has always denied to hooking up with Swift, he did admit to hooking up with certain (unnamed) members of T-Swift’s famous squad—before he fell for girlfriend, of course. “Taylor’s world is celebrity,” he revealed to Rolling Stone. “I was this 22-year-old awkward British kid going on tour with the biggest artist in America, who has all these famous mates. It was very easy … I would often find myself in situations just kind of waking up and looking over and being like, 'How the f— did that happen?’ ”

Source: People

HE ONCE TOOK SHOTS WITH BEYONCÉ

“She was so confused — so confused!” Sheeran recalled of the Lemonade mastermind taking a Red Bull-Jägermeister shot. Sheeran, who performed with Queen Bey at the Grammys’ Stevie Wonder tribute and the Global Citizen Festival in 2015, has also gotten to know the performer’s husband, JAY-Z. “I had the thing in my mind where you just assume something,” he told PEOPLE of his preconceived notions of the couple. “And then they’re so human and lovely and nice and normal and talk about normal things and do normal things. It was being invited into a world that you were kind of scared to enter into, and then you just realize: They’re a very, very loving couple, and it’s obviously a world that’s filled with love and respect, and it’s lovely to see. I feel like the media and the public see one thing, and what it actually is, it’s a really cool thing. And they’re really nice people.”

Source: People

HE DRUNKENLY HIT JUSTIN BIEBER WITH A GOLF CLUB

In an interview with The Guardian, Sheeran recalled one drunken evening in Japan when Bieber challenged him to hit a golf ball off a dangerous tee: his mouth. “We’d been out to a dive bar. He just drank water and I got hammered,” Sheeran explained. “Then we went to a golf course, and he lay on the floor and put a golf ball in his mouth and told me to hit it out of his mouth. I was like, 'F—, I need to aim this properly,’ and I swung.” Predictably, the stunt did not work out as hoped. “You know in films when someone gets punched, and you hear that fake sound, like a slap? But in real life when someone gets punched, you hear that dull thud, a bit sickening? I heard a sound like the last one,” Sheeran said.

Source: People

HE TAUGHT JAMES BLUNT TO WRITE MUSIC IN EXCHANGE FOR SKIING LESSONS

When it came time to develop a new sound, Blunt recruited Sheeran’s songwriting abilities while the “You’re Beautiful” crooner taught Sheeran how to ski. “I spent a lot of time in Switzerland, and he wanted to ski. So I took him on a skiing holiday and I was his ski instructor by day,” Blunt told PEOPLE Now. “And by night, he taught me how to write songs.” “He said, this is your job, let’s write something really open and genuine,” Blunt added. “It was a real education. It took me back to how I started off.”

Source: People

PRINCESS BEATRICE SLASHED HIS FACE WITH A SWORD AT A ROWDY PARTY

During an appearance on The Graham Norton Show, Sheeran seemed to confirm rumors that Princess Beatrice accidentally slashed his face with a sword while pretending to knight James Blunt at a party. “I have no idea how it came out as there weren’t a lot of people there that night,” Sheeran told Norton on the hit BBC One talk show. “For two weeks after, I had a huge gash on my face and would tell people I fell and then suddenly, the story came out.”

Source: People

"I'll Wait Until Marriage, Mom"

“Can you write a shawn mendes smut story were i and him are like 15-16 and we have our first time in a bathroom”

I loved writing this! Please send more requests so I can write more things like this x

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Smut: yes
Word count: 1,734

I never thought that I’d end up losing my virginity in high school. I had made a promise to my parents in middle school to wait until I was married, and I always thought it was just immoral to have sex at such a young age when I heard about the girls who went around sucking dick like they were Popsicles, and then there was me, who was always this nerdy girl that no one seemed to like. I didn’t even think I was that ugly, I mean, i wasn’t a goddess but I never understood why guys seemed to avoid me like the plague. Maybe they thought I was a lesbian or something.

I met Shawn in 3rd grade when he moved to my school and sat with me at lunch and complimented my Hannah Montana shirt and told me he was a fan of her too. We had Hannah Montana dance parties at my house and we became best friends in no time. Our moms became friends too, and they went out and had girls nights with their other friends regularly and Shawn and I spent the night watching movies or something at his house all throughout middle school.

We were now 16 and we’d been together for a year and a few months. Of course my parents stopped letting me spend the night after we got together and they watched us more closely, but Shawn was driving now and he took me out to dinner and to watch movies and we’d make out in his car afterwards before we got home.

Shawn was on tour for a while with Taylor Swift, but was back home with us before preparing to leave again after the break. I was going with him to a party with him and a few other extremely famous people that Shawn had connections with now that he was getting more famous. I was surprised my mom even let me go considering there was going to be alcohol and adults around everywhere, but I think she trusted Shawn a lot and knew he would keep me safe.

I got ready, waiting for Shawn to come pick me up. I was wearing his favorite dress on me, a fitted black one with my hair curled and makeup done nicely. I had a funny feeling about that night, like something huge was going to happen.

My mom called me downstairs to inform me that Shawn was there to get me and I walked down and met him at the door. He looked so good in his dark jeans and leather jacket, my breath nearly caught in my throat as my mom hugged and kissed us on the cheek goodbye before I walked out with Shawn and he helped me into his car.

We talked and laughed together on the way there, the music on the radio playing softly in the background. His warm hand rested on my bare thigh, and I found myself thinking dirty thoughts about him moving it up my dress.

We hadn’t done very much together. My parents were always watching us and making sure nothing was going on, but in a few instances, our steamy makeout sessions in his car had led to some blowjobs and hands up my skirt. I was comfortable with Shawn, more so than anyone else and I knew I wanted more with him, but I didn’t want to push it if that’s not what he wanted.

When we got to the party, Shawn led us inside, and I thought I would faint as I walked around and got to meet Taylor Swift and a few other of my favorite artists that were at the party. Shawn took pictures of me with all of them and I was having a blast. We drank punch since neither of us were even close to being old enough to drink, and snacked on the trays that appeared here and there throughout the party.

“I have to use the bathroom,” Shawn said to a couple people he was talking to, excusing himself. He walked next to me, his lips brushing against my ear and whispered, “meet me in there in 5 minutes.”

He left without looking at me again, or giving any hint about what was going to happen next. I looked around anxiously, but no one seemed to even notice that he had said anything to me. I watched the time on my phone with zero patience, the longest 5 minutes of my life going by painfully slow.

I approached the bathroom and knocked lightly on the door, and Shawn immediately opened up enough for me to slip inside. He shut the door and locked it, backing me against it, his hands on either side of my head.

“I don’t want to go back on tour without doing this with you first,” he said quietly, looking down into my eyes as my heart started to race. “And we won’t get any other chance to do it so it’ll have to be here. But if you don’t want to then we don’t have to.”

“Shawn I’ve been waiting for you to say that to me for so long,” I said, reaching forward and grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and bringing his lips to meet mine. His hands fumbled around my waist as he kissed me, lifting me from the ground and onto the counter of the bathroom, standing between my legs as he kissed me.

His lips worked against mine, and his fingers dug into my sides as his sloppy kisses moved down my cheek to my neck. I closed my eyes and moved my head so he had more room to work and dug my fingers into his shoulders as he ground his hips against mine.

My breathing picked up as he pulled up my already hiked up dress and slid his fingers down the inside of my panties. He rubbed against my entrance teasingly, collecting my arousal on his fingertips.

“Ready for me already,” he smirked against my neck, sliding just the tip of his finger inside and rubbing my walls, making me moan in need of more. The boy knows how to tease.

He pulled his finger out and pulled my panties down my legs, tossing them on the floor behind him. I reached down and unbuttoned his jeans, unzipping them and yanking them down his legs, boxers and all. His erection sprung up unexpectedly, and I pulled him to me to kiss me again. I pushed his jacket off his shoulders and he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a condom.

“Please hurry,” I whined as he rolled it over his length and moved closer to me. He spread my legs apart on the counter and rubbed his tip against me.

“Just tell me if anything hurts and you want to stop,” he said, and I nodded as he leaned his forehead against mine and pushed himself inside of me, a little bit at first and then filling me up completely.

“Oh,” I said, a little pain coming from the foreign feeling, but nothing unbearable. He looked me in the eyes, silently asking to move. I nodded slightly, closing my own eyes as he pulled back out and moved back into my slowly.

It wasn’t long before the pain faded and he moved in and out of me at a slow and steady rate, his face relaxed as he let out small moans here and there.

“You can move faster,” I said, wanting more of him. He immediately obliged to what I said, moving even faster in and out of me. I closed my eyes again, letting him fill me up over and over again. His fingers held tightly onto my sides, his face falling into my neck. The more he moved, the better it felt and soon I was also moaning, letting his name fall from my lips.

He pulled my closer, leaning me back so my head rested against the mirror. He angled himself differently, hitting my sweet spot as he thrusted, this time going faster. I let out an unintentional loud moan, his hand clasping over my mouth as it came out. He continued to hit that spot over and over again and I was no longer feeling pain, it was just pleasure, wave after wave of pleasure going through my entire body.

His hips rocked against me, my own moving in sync with his as he moved even faster than before, a small amount of sweat beginning to form on his temples. I tangled my fingers in his hair, tugging slightly as he bit my neck and dragged his teeth against my skin. I felt a tension rising in my lower abdomen as he continued to pleasure me, my head falling back as he thrusted into my faster than ever.

“Shawn, I’m getting close,” I moaned and he kept his relentless pace, grabbing my head and holding me to look at him.

“Look at me, baby,” he said, his eyes looking directly into mine.

“Oh my god I love you so much,” I moaned, my release coming near.

“Cum for me,” he said softly, my whole body tensing. He hit my spot a few more times and my high hit me, my back arching off of the counter and against his chest, and he bit into my neck as he hit his own high right after me, moaning into my ear as it washed over both of us, and he thrusted a few more time to ride out our orgasms.

“I love you so much,” he said, kissing me on the lips and cheeks, holding my face in his hands. I was breathless, my heart pounding fast and sweat slightly collected on my skin.

Shawn pulled off the condom and tied it off, throwing it in the garbage as he helped me down from the counter. He kissed me after I picked up my panties, his lips lingering against mine for a few seconds.

“I love you so much, (Y/N),” he said, smiling at me a little before he pulled up his jeans and boxers. “I’ll meet you out there in a few minutes.”

As he left, I sighed and thought about what had just happened between us. It was totally worth the broken promise I made to my parents in middle school.

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Requested: you should write one where the reader is a really famous singer (like Taylor swift famous) and is dating Shawn and the reader is about 2 years older than him and she’s been singing since she was about 14 (like fame wise)

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“Y/n, I love you!” You hear a shrill voice from somewhere in the crowd, barely being able to make out the words over the crowds noise. You just smile in response, squinting into the bright lights that are all trained directly on you. “Thank you Seattle!” You shout into the mic, “I’ll see you again soon!” You say with a smile before disappearing offstage. Walking down the steps from the stage, you remove your mic pack and hand it, along with all the chords, to the waiting stagehand. You thank him, and walk right into your boyfriends waiting arms. “You were perfect,” He tells you, kissing you lightly on the lips.

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Though My Heart Protests

A Hiddleswift Fanfic and continuation of Under a Dancing Star  

While this story is based on real people and events it is entirely fictional. 


May 2016

Taylor threw her phone across the room, closing her eyes for a moment in an attempt to block out the incessant pounding in her head. She ran a hand through her ruffled blonde hair and held back a sigh. One Instagram video, and suddenly her and Tom’s Met Gala dance party had been picked up by every major news source in the country. She should have seen it coming; it was a public event even if it hadn’t been televised. But she had harbored the hope that for once in her life a private interaction might stay private.

She had already spoken with Tree about the videos, both agreeing that a statement would only magnify the situation. Nothing happened, she kept trying to convince herself. It will all blow over. Everything will be fine.

Except she already knew it wouldn’t be. Her immediate call after hanging up with Tree had been Adam. She told him that it was nothing to worry about, just the media creating something out of nothing. And he had been completely fine with it. He reassured her that he wasn’t upset, that he knew how every part of her life was blown out of proportion and splashed across front pages, that he trusted her. He had been wonderfully understanding. So why did she feel so terrible now?

She pulled one of the many throw pillows scattered around the couch to her chest and hugged it, burying her face in the plush fabric. She knew why. Because she had wanted him to be at least a little upset, a little concerned that she was slipping away. Because she was in LA and so was he but they weren’t spending tonight together. Because every time she looked at the Met Gala videos and recalled how wonderful Tom had been a little voice in her head whispered that it should have been Adam. It should have been Adam dancing with her like crazy and causing her heart to pound and making her fall for him. Because he was her boyfriend and she loved him. So why did it feel like that love was fading away?

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Complete transcripts of the Taylor Kanye phone call

K: You still got the Nashville number?

T: I still have the Nashville area code but I had to change–

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K: All my southside n****** that know me best, I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex.

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T: Yeah, it’s all for exposure (approximately what she said)

K: Well, this one is, I think this is a really cool thing to have

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T: I know, it’s like a compliment…(inaudible, giggling)

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K: What I give a fuck about is just you as a person and as a friend, I want things that make–

T: (inaudible)

K: –you feel good but I don’t wanna do rap that makes people feel–

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T: Yeah, go with whatever line makes you feel better, it’s obviously very tongue-in-cheek either way.

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T: And I really appreciate you telling me about it, that’s really nice. 

K: Oh, yeah, I just have a responsibility to you as a friend, you know, and I mean, thanks–

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K: Thanks for being so cool about it.

T: Aw thanks, Yeah, I really appreciate it. The heads up is so nice.

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T: Thanks for asking about it, I really appreciate it. You know, I never would’ve expected you to, like, tell me about a line in your songs.

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T: And the flowers you sent me! I instagrammed a picture them and it’s like, the most Instagram likes I’ve ever gotten, it was like 2.7–

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K: Relationships are more important than punchlines

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T: Yeah, I mean, I don’t think anybody would listen to it and be like, (inaudible), she must be crying.

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T: Like, you gotta tell the story the way that it happened to you and the way you experienced it. You didn’t know who I was before that. 

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T: It doesn’t matter that I sold 7 million of an album before you did that, which is what happened. You didn’t know who I was before that! And it’s fine.

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T: (inaudible) make these things happen, and I get the idea to do that, I create these things and concepts, and I’m always gonna respect you.

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T: And I’m really glad you had the respect to call me and tell me that as friends, that song, and–

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T: It’s a really cool thing to do and it’s a really good show of friendship, so thank you.

K: Thank you, too.

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T: And if people ask me about it I think it’d be great to tell them you called me about it and told me about it before it came out, like, joke’s on you guys, we’re fine

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T: You guys wanna call this a feud, you wanna call it throwing shade, but right after the song comes out I’ll be on the Grammy red carpet, and if someone asks me about it, I’ll be like, “He called me”–

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T: You’re so outspoken, “Yeah, she does, it made her famous”, yeah it’s more provocative, (inaudible)

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T: It doesn’t matter to me. There’s not one that hurts my feelings and one that doesn’t.

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Kim Kardashian Didn't Just Ruin Taylor Swift, She Ruined Taylor Swift's Squad

“Women shouldn’t take down other women” is one of the most tired and tiring tenets of pop feminism, slung around by celebrities on social media whenever one of their squad members faces a slight, either outright or the kind you only get if you read into it just the right way. Taylor Swift, she of Giant Squad that actually physically represents the significance of females standing together, used it when Tina Fey and Amy Poehler made a joke about her love life at the Golden Globes in 2013. And she used it again when Nicki Minaj called the VMAs out for honoring “women with very slim bodies” last year, assuming the remark was a direct insult of her nomination for video of the year.

And yet “women shouldn’t be mean to other women” was curiously absent in today’s fallout from Kim Kardashian posting Snapchat videos of Kanye West getting approval over the phone from Taylor Swift for that infamous “Famous” lyric. Theoretically, if we’re following the rules of pop feminism, Kim had done the worst thing she could possibly do to fellow female Taylor Swift – she exposed her for a liar and damaged her entire reputation, her carefully crafted image of victim and underdog that is the very fiber of her celebrity. She took down another woman, and she took her down hard.

So why wasn’t the rallying cry of Swift’s fans and her squad members – whose social followings she sure can use in this very moment when her 85.9 million on Instagram and her 79.6 million on Twitter are not enough – that Kim committed the cardinal sin of taking down another woman? And that the internet should sic itself on she who committed such a sin, and her alone?

It’s because the Taylor Swift image has been so damaged that even her squad of mega famous celebrities with enormous online followings in their own right cannot save her. Those who tried experienced fallout of their own: Selena Gomez and Martha Hunt chimed in to suggest we all talk about something “more important” today, presumably Black Lives Matter or the terror attacks in France or maybe even the looming Republican National Convention, prompting the internet to wonder why they had never before said anything about these very concerning news stories, making them look like phonies, too. If Kim exposed the artifice of Taylor’s celebrity, the scandal itself exposed the artifice of Taylor’s squad.

Taylor’s brand of girl power is not an unfamiliar one in the pop space. She surrounds herself with many powerful women – Gigi Hadid, Karlie Kloss, Cara Delevingne, Blake Lively, just to name a few – functioning in roles where you might expect to see a man or at the very least, where you would not expect to see another Alpha Female who might threaten the limelight of the star herself. For Taylor, other powerful women are her dates at award shows, her friends at Instagram birthday parties and imagination-defying Fourth of July blow out bashes, her companions at the gym and in the paparazzi photos of her leaving said gym.


Beyoncé, on the other hand, is no stranger to surrounding herself with powerful women either, but does so off the red carpet and largely off social media: they appear alongside her in music videos or live performances, where she proudly showcases the incredible talents of female dancers and musicians. There is a difference between an artist who actually employs women to further her feminist message and one who seems to expect them to surround her as though bounce boards there simply to magnify her own limelight.

Taylor’s squad seemed like a good thing for all parties involved for a while. When you were with Taylor, you were #friendship goals, a happy Tumblr meme, an object of adoration, just like her. Fans enjoyed seeing their favorite Instagram stars hanging out together. There was something appealing about Taylor Swift being friends with girls who were newer on the celebrity scene, like Lorde. Taylor, the popular girl, was vanquishing the popular girl stereotype. She wasn’t there to bring other women down, she was there to bring them up. She wasn’t keeping her enemies closer than her friends in a second coming of Mean Girls. She was just being real, being a girlfriend. She was just being Taylor.

Now that she’s been exposed for telling lies and being disingenuous, we’re left to wonder what else in her carefully crafted world of celebrity is similarly fake. If she used the narrative around Kanye’s song to do nothing but further her own personal brand of victimhood, what else – who else – is she using?

Taylor has collected and diligently lined up her friends on either side of her in recent years, as though forming a defensive shield against the world, so she doesn’t have to do this thing called fame in the digital age alone. If Taylor wants us to believe that that is good for women, that not tearing each other down is the goal, then it’s hard to understand how her friends who are now going after Kim Kardashian and her family, either directly or indirectly, on her behalf are doing that. Taylor has become not just Taylor, but Taylor and Co. and you better not mess with them because they are a conglomerate of fame, the popular girls at the award show, and they together are ready to bring you down.

That is, until their ring leader is exposed so badly that the best thing to do is flee.

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  • 🌸 Taylor Swift is not obliged to pretend she’s comfortable with paparazzis invading her privacy. 🌸
  • 28director (Politely dissenting opinion)
  • Have you thought this through? Paps exist because fans - including you and me - like seeing pictures of Taylor and other famous people, and they can earn some money taking those pictures. We're the reason paps exist, like it or not. There was also a time, before she became a household name, when Taylor loved being photographed, with fans or by the paps or anyone else, and she benefitted from the free publicity in getting her name out there.
  • Whether they like it or not, people who become famous have to accept that in America, paps are free to take pictures of them when they go out in public. They might only want the benefits of the fame, and none of the drawbacks, but that's not how things work. Having your picture taken when you go out isn't the worst thing that can happen, you know... In a world of tragic things that happen to people every day, getting papped should be pretty low on the list.
  • My brother keeps telling me, "Attitude is everything". If Taylor's decided that the paps are intolerable, that's up to her, but it seems to me she had a terrific attitude earlier in her career, when she loved being seen and photographed. She's completely abandoned that approach, starting when she overreacted to the teasing about her dating. She could have had fun with it, but totally lost her sense of humor.
  • What bothers me about her supposed desire for 'privacy' - as you put it - is that she's been taking full advantage of the paps and the media to suggest she's in relationships with a bunch of guys - relationships that are obviously fake - and duped them into publicizing them. It's considered bad form, apparently, to out anyone who hasn't come out, so I guess the media has no choice but to go along with the load of bullshit she's been putting out. Taylor's more than happy to use the paps when it suits her, and then complain about them when she doesn't want them around.
  • Taylor's sense of humor used to to one of the best things about her. I hope the "Sense of Humor Fairy Godmother" taps her on the shoulder again, while she's sleeping, one of these nights.

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Having said that, I just wrote, like, three more sentences and decided to post it here, so here it is, it’s a disjointed mess.

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Taylor Swift As You’ve Never Seen Her Before: Vogue Magazine May 2016

Pop queen, power broker, hater vanquisher—Taylor Swift’s star has never been brighter. On a trip to her childhood home, she wonders: What (on earth) will she do next?

By now you know that the past few years have been extraordinary ones in the life of Taylor Swift. Even if you have only casual knowledge of Swift’s music—there may be six or seven souls left on the planet who can’t sing all the words to “Shake It Off”—you’re aware that Swift has become not only one of the most successful recording artists ever, but also an unrivaled power broker who has prevailed in a volatile media economy and brought today’s music overlords to heel. Swift’s 2015 stare-down of Apple—she declined to put her hit album 1989 on Apple’s nascent streaming-music service when the company said it would not pay artists during its initial launch; Apple changed its policy immediately and paid everyone—was a seismic example of a single artist’s toppling corporate might.

At 26, Swift is world famous, wealthy, critically celebrated, a style influencer, and a cultural movement unto herself, recognizable everywhere she goes. She also has two awesome cats.

And yet today, in this chapel atop a hill in Reading, Pennsylvania, Swift is none of those things. She is the maid of honor at the wedding of her childhood friend Britany Maack. Swift and Maack have known each other since Swift was ten days old and have stayed close—there are grainy home videos of the two romping around a crib together and, more recently, photos of them sitting side by side at the 2014 Grammys. Last spring, after Swift accepted Britany’s invitation to be maid of honor via Instagram—kids today!—she took Maack to Reem Acra, where Britany got fitted for her custom hand-embroidered silk-taffeta wedding gown and Taylor for the blush-pink, cap-sleeved chiffon maid-of-honor dress that she has on today (the fitting was also Instagrammed, naturally). Swift has even known the groom, Benjamin LaManna, since kindergarten—she admits to having had a little crush on Ben way back then, when he was “that kid who sat next to me in class with the bowl cut and the Lego lunch box.”

Swift hasn’t been to Reading in more than a decade; she was fourteen when she moved with her family to Nashville, on her way to becoming a celebrated country singer-songwriter and later blossoming into one of the biggest pop acts in music history. Returning to the place where you grew up can be a bit of a mind-bender for anyone, and Swift is no different. During a car ride earlier in the day, she excitedly pointed out landmarks: the creek where she and Britany used to play as kids; a weathered tree house in the front yard of the former Maack family home; the piney woods she and her friends used to think were haunted.

“It’s such a surreal, emotional thing,” Swift says. “When you’re a little kid, you’re riding the same roads to school every single day, hundreds of times. When you come back, you snap into that strange nostalgia.”

And the church! There are nuns here at Sacred Heart Chapel who taught Swift in kindergarten. Many of the wedding guests have known her for just as long. To them, Swift is not the superstar who, a handful of days ago, stood on a stage in Los Angeles and accepted a Grammy Award for Album of the Year, the first woman to win that prize twice. No, that maid of honor, currently fussing over and straightening out the train of the bride’s gown, is Taylor—Scott and Andrea Swift’s older kid, Austin’s big sister, who grew up barely a five-minute drive away and used to go for ice cream at the Friendly’s down the street.

To be clear: I’m not saying the people in this church aren’t aware that Scott and Andrea’s kid turned into, you know, Taylor Freakin’ Swift—it’s hilarious to watch the flower girls try to keep it together, and the nuns seem pretty jazzed, too—but that’s not the story today. Britany and Ben are. And the only evidence that the maid of honor is you-know-who is the paparazzi who have gathered at the bottom of the hill, hoping to snag a photo with their long lenses.

We need to talk about the Christmas-tree farm.
A treasured footnote to the Taylor Swift backstory is that she spent much of her childhood being raised at, of all places, a Christmas-tree nursery called Pine Ridge Farm. It is the kind of quaint, Norman Rockwell–ian detail that sounds a bit too precious, too good to be true. Weren’t her parents in finance? Didn’t she grow up in the burbs? How was this possibly real? Come on. The Christmas-tree farm is real. She showed me herself.

It’s the morning of the wedding, and I am riding in an SUV with Swift and her mother, Andrea. Andrea is powering down the road, and Swift, dressed in a caramel-colored Reformation jacket and a pair of black jeans, is sitting passenger side. This area around Reading and its adjacent town, Wyomissing, is rich with pastoral roads marked by open fields and stone homes, and the kind of rolling countryside that makes you want to saddle up and ride a horse—which Swift did as a child.

“That was kind of my mom’s thing,” Taylor says. “She really wanted me to be a horseback rider, and I did it competitively until I worked up the nerve at age twelve to tell her I didn’t really love it like she loved it. I just wanted to make music and do theater,” she says. “So I’ve been a big disappointment.” “I’ve gotten over the bitterness, finally,” Andrea says sarcastically.

Soon we arrive at a clearing with a barn and a small farmhouse. This is the place, they tell me. Taylor and Andrea have not made any calls or arrangements about visiting. It’s going to be a random drop-in from a pop star, like the Taylor Swift Publishers Clearing House Sweepstakes or something.

Taylor notices a man stepping into his car in the driveway. We pull up alongside, and Andrea rolls down her window. Taylor leans over. “I used to live here,” she says brightly. The man immediately gives what can only be described as a Holy crap–it’s–Taylor Swift look. “I know,” he says, as if on cue. Everyone laughs. The man’s name is Dave Schaeffer, and he has lived here with his wife, Debbie, for about six years. He invites us to have a look around, and we all pile out. “This must really bring back some memories,” Dave says. “Yeah, this is crazy,” Taylor says. She surveys the fields behind the driveway, which include a small grove of pine trees her parents once planted. They now look tall enough for Christmas at Rockefeller Center. “It’s beautiful.” This is where, Andrea tells me, Taylor Swift was brought home from the hospital in, well, 1989—I guess everyone knows the year of Taylor’s birth by now. The split-rail fence that’s still standing—Scott and Andrea built that themselves. Scott, a stockbroker, actually purchased and lived on the property before he’d met Andrea; on their first date, she came to a party he hosted in the farmhouse.

Debbie comes outside and introduces herself. “I always thought you might want to stop by,” she says. “But I never wanted to bother you.” The Schaeffers confess they lived here for a while before they learned about the famous former resident. “The pizza guy told us,” Debbie says. “We had no idea.” She invites everyone inside. As we step into the cozy two-floor home, Taylor takes out her phone and starts filming. There’s the living room where the Swifts put their family Christmas tree. There’s where they once put the piano. Casey, Dave and Debbie’s daughter, arrives. She actually owns the house with her husband and lives nearby. She’s thrilled but also beside herself that her two daughters are away skiing for the day. “You want to see your room?” Debbie asks Taylor. We go upstairs into a small corner room where a tiny Taylor used to demand three books and five songs every night. Taylor gathers the family together to make a quick video for the Schaeffers’ granddaughters, Siena and Tarah. “Hi, Siena and Tarah,” Taylor says cheerily. “This used to be my room. We wish you were here so bad.” I can’t lie: All I can think of is Siena and Tarah returning from their ski trip to learn that Taylor Swift was hanging out at their grandparents’ house, and deciding right then they will never go skiing ever again.

On the ride back, Andrea and Taylor sound almost overcome by what has just happened—by the sweet and polite and utterly un–freaked out mood of the whole experience. “My faith in humanity is restored,” Taylor says. And then she turns her head quickly away from the window: paparazzi.

Yes: I should note that when we arrived at the farm, we were informed by a couple of Swift’s security people that there were at least a trio of uninvited photographers who had followed us to the location to catch some hot, sexy farm-visit action. To Swift, this is about as surprising as … what is the exact opposite of surprise? This is her constant state. She lives with it, adapts to it. Just a few years back, Swift was so excited about relocating to New York City—it was the creative basis for 1989—but when she’s in the city now, within a couple of days, there is a circus of photographers outside her apartment building.

“But that kind of happens everywhere,” she says. The wedding ceremony has finished—Britany and Ben made it official to applause—and Swift and I have huddled downstairs at the church during a break before the reception.
I ask her: When was the last time you were in a place where nobody in the press had any idea you were there—no reporters, no photographers? "Mmmm, Colorado’s good,” she says. “If I go somewhere and stay in a house, nobody knows.”

Swift says she is ready to lie a little low. After the wedding, she will go to New York, where she will be spotted dining with her friend Lena Dunham, and then be seen a week later in Los Angeles with her brother, Austin, and her friend Lorde at the Vanity Fair Oscar Party. As for future plans … who knows? For the first time in years, Swift is not sure exactly what is next. She is very much OK with this.

So what the hell are you going to do with the rest of your life, Taylor Swift? "I have no idea,” she says, with a sigh that’s more blissful than anxious. “This is the first time in ten years that I haven’t known. I just decided that after the past year, with all of the unbelievable things that happened … I decided I was going to live my life a little bit without the pressure on myself to create something.”

Do not freak: Swift is not abandoning making music. Those who know her know this is chemically impossible. (“Her not being creative is one of the last things I’d ever worry about,” the musician and producer Jack Antonoff tells me later.)

“I’m always going to be writing songs,” Swift says. “The thing is, with me, I could very well come up with three things in the next two weeks and then jump back into the studio, and all of a sudden the next record is started. That’s an option, too. But probably not for the moment. “I would really like to take a little time to learn things,” Swift says. “I have lots of short-term goals.”

Such as?
“I want to be a well-rounded person who can make a good drink.” (I can confirm from the wedding’s cocktail gathering that Taylor Swift enjoys an Old Fashioned and knows how to make one.)

Anything else?
“To be able to save somebody if they’re drowning,” she says. She’s completely serious. “So CPR, all the various kinds of chest compressions. People tell you little tips, but that’s different from actually taking a class and getting certified.”

Can you change a tire?
“No. I should probably know how to do that.
“I do things like this,” Swift says. Once, “I got it in my head that I couldn’t do a split, and I was really upset about it. And so I stretched every single day for a year until I could do a split. Somehow I feel better knowing that I can.”

I ask her if she’d ever consider launching a fashion line. "Theoretically, yes,” she says. “But I would want it to be something that was relatable and accessible and everyday. I don’t see it being couture. I would want it to be reflective of my style. And a lot of things I wear are not highly expensive.”

In May, Swift will cochair the Metropolitan Museum of Art Costume Institute’s 2016 gala, for the exhibition “Manus x Machina: Fashion in an Age of Technology.” It is a topic Swift—easily one of the biggest style icons of the social-media era—understands better than most, from technology’s ability to shape trends to its growing influence on creativity and design.
Swift’s personal style has, not surprisingly, matured over the course of her career, migrating from the early days of sundresses and, as she describes them, “bedazzled cowboy boots” to the vintage fifties vibe of a few years ago to the sleeker, street-conscious look she favors now. “I can look back at an old photo and tell you roughly what year it’s from,” Swift says. “Going through different phases is one of my favorite things about fashion. I love how it can mark the passage of time. It’s similar to my songs in that way—it all helps identify where I was at in different points of my life.” There are a lot of really easy ways to dispel rumors. If they say you have fake friendships, all you have to do is continue to be there for each other.

Her style has never been deliberately provocative or fad-chasing—on the contrary, there’s always been a kind of effortless appropriateness to Swift, a quality she shares with her friend the Midwest-raised model Karlie Kloss—and yet it’s easy to see a curiosity about new things. Recently Swift cut her hair into a sharp bob, and she’s been seen strutting in a pair of Gothy, over-the-ankle Vetements boots that look stolen from the closet of Siouxsie Sioux. As usual, the changes are small, recognizable—a genius of Swift’s, from music to everything else, is experimentation without alienation. Swift’s style never tries too hard or appears publicity-craving; everyone’s already paying attention, anyway.

Because I’m a hopeless cheeseball, I can’t help asking: Being part of this wedding, does it make Swift think about being married some day? For the past year, she has been seeing the Scottish DJ-producer Calvin Harris. Harris is not here with her, but in early March, he and Swift will post cutesy notices on social media—his on Snapchat; hers on Instagram—commemorating the one-year status of their relationship. Soon after, both will post photographs of an idyllic, whereabouts-unknown vacation in the tropics, with ts + aw written in the sand. (Harris’s given name is Adam Wiles.)

“I’m just taking things as they come,” Swift says. “I’m in a magical relationship right now. And of course I want it to be ours, and low-key … this is the one thing that’s been mine about my personal life.”

Swift’s friend Lorde thinks that Swift can only withdraw from music for so long. “We talk about this—in order to do good work, write these deeply personal records, we’re constantly in a place of metacognition. Sometimes it can feel like you’re a scholar writing a thesis about your own brain,” Lorde says. “So I think she’s going to try to pick up some new skills, maybe take courses in something. Tay is a big fan of taking time off until about month two—and then she gets this look in her eyes, and I know all the Dateline and frozen yogurt and mooching around is about to go out the window.”

Here on a basement floor of the country club, where the bride is adjusting her gown, Swift and I hear the cocktail party gaining steam. A pair of bridesmaids stroll by. Swift gives them high fives. “Honestly, I never relax, and I’m excited about being able to relax for the first time in ten years,” she says. Swift takes a sip of her Old Fashioned. “I feel relaxed right now.”
Just a few days before, Swift had been in the thick of it. In her Grammy acceptance speech for Album of the Year, she’d offered stirring words to women in the audience, but also made what was presumed to be a less-than-veiled reply to Kanye West, who’d released a new song in which he’d bragged he’d made Swift famous and tackily theorized the pair would one day have sex. The story pinged around on social media for the next 72 hours and generally made me want to put a metal pail on my head and bang it loudly against a wall.

Hadn’t this whole Kanye vs. Taylor nonsense—which began, of course, seven years ago, when West barged into Swift’s MTV Video Music Awards acceptance speech to argue that Beyoncé should have won—been declared over? Taylor Nation was aghast. Austin Swift posted an Instagram video in which he casually tossed a pair of West’s Adidas Yeezy sneakers into the garbage. I tell Swift the whole thing reminded me of Al Pacino’s famous line as the aging Mafia don Michael Corleone in The Godfather Part III. ”‘I thought I was out …’ ” Swift knows exactly where I am going and finishes it: “ ‘They pull me back in!’ ”I think the world is so bored with the saga,” she goes on. “I don’t want to add anything to it, because then there’s just more.”

I get why Swift would not want to fuel the dispute, but it’s not hard to see a connection between West’s credit-taking and the long tradition of men being dismissive—actively as well as subconsciously mansplainy—of the hard work and success of women. This is something Swift has become hardened to, having spent much of her early years being mainly recognized not for her songwriting gifts (which just about everyone now agrees are rare and special) but for who she was dating, her fame distilled into what Swift calls “my incredibly sexist Men–of–Taylor Swift slideshows.”

“You know, I went out on a normal amount of dates in my early 20s, and I got absolutely slaughtered for it,” she says. “And it took a lot of hard work and altering my decision-making. I didn’t date for two and a half years. Should I have had to do that? No. “I guess what I wanted to call attention to in my speech at the Grammys was how it’s going to be difficult if you’re a woman who wants to achieve something in her life—no matter what,” she adds.

The day after the awards, Swift went shopping at Barneys in Beverly Hills—“I was like, ‘I’m going to buy some nice shoes today’ ”—and says she was approached by a number of women, mothers in particular, who thanked her. “Their response was really beautiful. You never know what anyone’s response is going to be. So when it’s good, it’s really nice.” Swift has reached a level of fame at which unsolicited drama just finds her. The Men–of–Taylor Swift slideshows have calmed down, but she now takes grief for her “squad” of celebrity female friends, who, depending on the jab, are either too glam or too phony or some combination of the two. "Ugh,” Swift says when I bring it up. “I’ve had people say really hurtful things about me, and so I’ve kind of learned how to gauge it: ‘This is, like, low-to-medium-level hurtful.’
“There are a lot of really easy ways to dispel rumors,” she explains. “If they say you are pregnant, all you have to do is continue to not be pregnant and not have a baby. If the rumor is that you have fake friendships, all you have to do is continue to be there for each other. And when we’re all friends in fifteen years and raising our kids together, maybe somebody will look back and go, ‘That was kind of ridiculous what we said about Taylor and her friends.’ ”

It’s as if Swift has become so big, so enticing a target, that she is no longer a mere person but a cultural symbol from which anything can be demanded. Jack Antonoff describes Swift’s status as “almost like being president.” He adds, “She’s the biggest, but a lot of people have been the biggest. Not a lot of people have been the biggest and the best, and she is.”
All of that feels a million light-years away, here, back home, among friends, at Britany’s wedding. Before we part, Swift makes a request: She needs to practice her maid-of-honor speech. And so, in a basement corridor at the country club, Swift recites her maid-of-honor speech, which she has memorized. I don’t have to tell you that Taylor Swift’s maid-of-honor speech is great. Of course it’s great.
Here’s one other thing about this wedding: Brit­any and Ben made the brilliant decision, which apparently is becoming a bit of a thing with twenty-first-century nuptials, to politely ask their guests to not bring their phones. So from the ceremony to the receptions and the toasts, people actually paid attention to the bride and groom—they focused, laughed, existed in the now. “All of our guests were present,” Britany tells me later. “I truly attribute this to everyone unplugging from distractions and enjoying the moment.”

When the time comes, Swift grabs the mic and delivers her maid-of-honor address with the unperturbed calm of someone who does this kind of thing before 50,000 people. She tells the story of having a crush on kindergarten-era Ben with his bowl cut and Lego lunch box. She talks about how, as toddlers, Britany was the physical one, and she was the verbal one. “Essentially what you had were these two babies who each made up for what the other lacked,” Swift says. “One couldn’t really walk. One couldn’t really talk. And interestingly enough, we assume those exact personas to this day when we are drunk … give us an hour.” The room goes crazy.

A few beats later, Swift has everyone teary when she talks about the “real love” she sees between Britany and Ben. “Real love doesn’t mess with your head,” she says. “Real love just is. Real love just endures. Real love maintains. Real love takes it page by page.”

(I told you it was a good speech.) Later on, there will be cake. Later on, there will be dancing, those flower girls getting a story that is going to totally blow their classmates’ minds at school on Monday. Later on, the wedding band will entice Swift to the stage, where she will sing “Shake It Off” for her childhood friend on her wedding night and an audience that for the first time in history isn’t waving 10,000 smartphones in her face. The night—the whole weekend—is storybook warm. You know the old Thomas Wolfe novel You Can’t Go Home Again? Sometimes it’s really true.

But Taylor Swift did.

Taylor Swift As You’ve Never Seen Her Before

Pop queen, power broker, hater vanquisher—Taylor Swift’s star has never been brighter. On a trip to her childhood home, she wonders: What (on earth) will she do next?

By now you know that the past few years have been extraordinary ones in the life of Taylor Swift. Even if you have only casual knowledge of Swift’s music—there may be six or seven souls left on the planet who can’t sing all the words to “Shake It Off”—you’re aware that Swift has become not only one of the most successful recording artists ever, but also an unrivaled power broker who has prevailed in a volatile media economy and brought today’s music overlords to heel. Swift’s 2015 stare-down of Apple—she declined to put her hit album 1989 on Apple’s nascent streaming-music service when the company said it would not pay artists during its initial launch; Apple changed its policy immediately and paid everyone—was a seismic example of a single artist’s toppling corporate might. At 26, Swift is world famous, wealthy, critically celebrated, a style influencer, and a cultural movement unto herself, recognizable everywhere she goes. She also has two awesome cats.

And yet today, in this chapel atop a hill in Reading, Pennsylvania, Swift is none of those things. She is the maid of honor at the wedding of her childhood friend Britany Maack. Swift and Maack have known each other since Swift was ten days old and have stayed close—there are grainy home videos of the two romping around a crib together and, more recently, photos of them sitting side by side at the 2014 Grammys. Last spring, after Swift accepted Britany’s invitation to be maid of honor via Instagram—kids today!—she took Maack to Reem Acra, where Britany got fitted for her custom hand-embroidered silk-taffeta wedding gown and Taylor for the blush-pink, cap-sleeved chiffon maid-of-honor dress that she has on today (the fitting was also Instagrammed, naturally). Swift has even known the groom, Benjamin LaManna, since kindergarten—she admits to having had a little crush on Ben way back then, when he was “that kid who sat next to me in class with the bowl cut and the Lego lunch box.”

Swift hasn’t been to Reading in more than a decade; she was fourteen when she moved with her family to Nashville, on her way to becoming a celebrated country singer-songwriter and later blossoming into one of the biggest pop acts in music history. Returning to the place where you grew up can be a bit of a mind-bender for anyone, and Swift is no different. During a car ride earlier in the day, she excitedly pointed out landmarks: the creek where she and Britany used to play as kids; a weathered tree house in the front yard of the former Maack family home; the piney woods she and her friends used to think were haunted.

“It’s such a surreal, emotional thing,” Swift says. “When you’re a little kid, you’re riding the same roads to school every single day, hundreds of times. When you come back, you snap into that strange nostalgia.”

And the church! There are nuns here at Sacred Heart Chapel who taught Swift in kindergarten. Many of the wedding guests have known her for just as long. To them, Swift is not the superstar who, a handful of days ago, stood on a stage in Los Angeles and accepted a Grammy Award for Album of the Year, the first woman to win that prize twice. No, that maid of honor, currently fussing over and straightening out the train of the bride’s gown, is Taylor—Scott and Andrea Swift’s older kid, Austin’s big sister, who grew up barely a five-minute drive away and used to go for ice cream at the Friendly’s down the street.

To be clear: I’m not saying the people in this church aren’t aware that Scott and Andrea’s kid turned into, you know, Taylor Freakin’ Swift—it’s hilarious to watch the flower girls try to keep it together, and the nuns seem pretty jazzed, too—but that’s not the story today. Britany and Ben are. And the only evidence that the maid of honor is you-know-who is the paparazzi who have gathered at the bottom of the hill, hoping to snag a photo with their long lenses.

We need to talk about the Christmas-tree farm.

A treasured footnote to the Taylor Swift backstory is that she spent much of her childhood being raised at, of all places, a Christmas-tree nursery called Pine Ridge Farm. It is the kind of quaint, Norman Rockwell–ian detail that sounds a bit too precious, too good to be true. Weren’t her parents in finance? Didn’t she grow up in the burbs? How was this possibly real? Come on.

The Christmas-tree farm is real. She showed me herself.

It’s the morning of the wedding, and I am riding in an SUV with Swift and her mother, Andrea. Andrea is powering down the road, and Swift, dressed in a caramel-colored Reformation jacket and a pair of black jeans, is sitting passenger side. This area around Reading and its adjacent town, Wyomissing, is rich with pastoral roads marked by open fields and stone homes, and the kind of rolling countryside that makes you want to saddle up and ride a horse—which Swift did as a child.

“That was kind of my mom’s thing,” Taylor says. “She really wanted me to be a horseback rider, and I did it competitively until I worked up the nerve at age twelve to tell her I didn’t really love it like she loved it.

“I just wanted to make music and do theater,” she says. “So I’ve been a big disappointment.”

“I’ve gotten over the bitterness, finally,” Andrea says sarcastically.

Soon we arrive at a clearing with a barn and a small farmhouse. This is the place, they tell me. Taylor and Andrea have not made any calls or arrangements about visiting. It’s going to be a random drop-in from a pop star, like the Taylor Swift Publishers Clearing House Sweepstakes or something.

Taylor notices a man stepping into his car in the driveway. We pull up alongside, and Andrea rolls down her window. Taylor leans over. “I used to live here,” she says brightly.

The man immediately gives what can only be described as a Holy crap–it’s–Taylor Swift look. “I know,” he says, as if on cue.

Everyone laughs. The man’s name is Dave Schaeffer, and he has lived here with his wife, Debbie, for about six years. He invites us to have a look around, and we all pile out.

“This must really bring back some memories,” Dave says.

“Yeah, this is crazy,” Taylor says. She surveys the fields behind the driveway, which include a small grove of pine trees her parents once planted. They now look tall enough for Christmas at Rockefeller Center. “It’s beautiful.”

This is where, Andrea tells me, Taylor Swift was brought home from the hospital in, well, 1989—I guess everyone knows the year of Taylor’s birth by now. The split-rail fence that’s still standing—Scott and Andrea built that themselves. Scott, a stockbroker, actually purchased and lived on the property before he’d met Andrea; on their first date, she came to a party he hosted in the farmhouse.

Debbie comes outside and introduces herself. “I always thought you might want to stop by,” she says. “But I never wanted to bother you.” The Schaeffers confess they lived here for a while before they learned about the famous former resident. “The pizza guy told us,” Debbie says. “We had no idea.”

She invites everyone inside. As we step into the cozy two-floor home, Taylor takes out her phone and starts filming. There’s the living room where the Swifts put their family Christmas tree. There’s where they once put the piano.

Casey, Dave and Debbie’s daughter, arrives. She actually owns the house with her husband and lives nearby. She’s thrilled but also beside herself that her two daughters are away skiing for the day.

“You want to see your room?” Debbie asks Taylor.

We go upstairs into a small corner room where a tiny Taylor used to demand three books and five songs every night. Taylor gathers the family together to make a quick video for the Schaeffers’ granddaughters, Siena and Tarah.

“Hi, Siena and Tarah,” Taylor says cheerily. “This used to be my room. We wish you were here so bad.”

I can’t lie: All I can think of is Siena and Tarah returning from their ski trip to learn that Taylor Swift was hanging out at their grandparents’ house, and deciding right then they will never go skiing ever again.

On the ride back, Andrea and Taylor sound almost overcome by what has just happened—by the sweet and polite and utterly un–freaked out mood of the whole experience. “My faith in humanity is restored,” Taylor says.

And then she turns her head quickly away from the window: paparazzi.

Yes: I should note that when we arrived at the farm, we were informed by a couple of Swift’s security people that there were at least a trio of uninvited photographers who had followed us to the location to catch some hot, sexy farm-visit action. To Swift, this is about as surprising as … what is the exact opposite of surprise? This is her constant state. She lives with it, adapts to it. Just a few years back, Swift was so excited about relocating to New York City—it was the creative basis for 1989—but when she’s in the city now, within a couple of days, there is a circus of photographers outside her apartment building.

“But that kind of happens everywhere,” she says. The wedding ceremony has finished—Britany and Ben made it official to applause—and Swift and I have huddled downstairs at the church during a break before the reception.

I ask her: When was the last time you were in a place where nobody in the press had any idea you were there—no reporters, no photographers?

“Mmmm, Colorado’s good,” she says. “If I go somewhere and stay in a house, nobody knows.”

Swift says she is ready to lie a little low. After the wedding, she will go to New York, where she will be spotted dining with her friend Lena Dunham, and then be seen a week later in Los Angeles with her brother, Austin, and her friend Lorde at the Vanity Fair Oscar Party. As for future plans … who knows? For the first time in years, Swift is not sure exactly what is next. She is very much OK with this.

So what the hell are you going to do with the rest of your life, Taylor Swift?

“I have no idea,” she says, with a sigh that’s more blissful than anxious. “This is the first time in ten years that I haven’t known. I just decided that after the past year, with all of the unbelievable things that happened … I decided I was going to live my life a little bit without the pressure on myself to create something.”

Do not freak: Swift is not abandoning making music. Those who know her know this is chemically impossible. (“Her not being creative is one of the last things I’d ever worry about,” the musician and producer Jack Antonoff tells me later.)

“I’m always going to be writing songs,” Swift says. “The thing is, with me, I could very well come up with three things in the next two weeks and then jump back into the studio, and all of a sudden the next record is started. That’s an option, too.”

But probably not for the moment. “I would really like to take a little time to learn things,” Swift says. “I have lots of short-term goals.”

Such as?

“I want to be a well-rounded person who can make a good drink.” (I can confirm from the wedding’s cocktail gathering that Taylor Swift enjoys an Old Fashioned and knows how to make one.)

Anything else?

“To be able to save somebody if they’re drowning,” she says. She’s completely serious. “So CPR, all the various kinds of chest compressions. People tell you little tips, but that’s different from actually taking a class and getting certified.”

Can you change a tire?

“No. I should probably know how to do that.

“I do things like this,” Swift says. Once, “I got it in my head that I couldn’t do a split, and I was really upset about it. And so I stretched every single day for a year until I could do a split. Somehow I feel better knowing that I can.”

I ask her if she’d ever consider launching a fashion line.

“Theoretically, yes,” she says. “But I would want it to be something that was relatable and accessible and everyday. I don’t see it being couture. I would want it to be reflective of my style. And a lot of things I wear are not highly expensive.”

In May, Swift will cochair the Metropolitan Museum of Art Costume Institute’s 2016 gala, for the exhibition “Manus x Machina: Fashion in an Age of Technology.” It is a topic Swift—easily one of the biggest style icons of the social-media era—understands better than most, from technology’s ability to shape trends to its growing influence on creativity and design.

Swift’s personal style has, not surprisingly, matured over the course of her career, migrating from the early days of sundresses and, as she describes them, “bedazzled cowboy boots” to the vintage fifties vibe of a few years ago to the sleeker, street-conscious look she favors now. “I can look back at an old photo and tell you roughly what year it’s from,” Swift says. “Going through different phases is one of my favorite things about fashion. I love how it can mark the passage of time. It’s similar to my songs in that way—it all helps identify where I was at in different points of my life.”

There are a lot of really easy ways to dispel rumors. If they say you have fake friendships, all you have to do is continue to be there for each other
Her style has never been deliberately provocative or fad-chasing—on the contrary, there’s always been a kind of effortless appropriateness to Swift, a quality she shares with her friend the Midwest-raised model Karlie Kloss—and yet it’s easy to see a curiosity about new things. Recently Swift cut her hair into a sharp bob, and she’s been seen strutting in a pair of Gothy, over-the-ankle Vetements boots that look stolen from the closet of Siouxsie Sioux. As usual, the changes are small, recognizable—a genius of Swift’s, from music to everything else, is experimentation without alienation. Swift’s style never tries too hard or appears publicity-craving; everyone’s already paying attention, anyway.

Because I’m a hopeless cheeseball, I can’t help asking: Being part of this wedding, does it make Swift think about being married some day? For the past year, she has been seeing the Scottish DJ-producer Calvin Harris. Harris is not here with her, but in early March, he and Swift will post cutesy notices on social media—his on Snapchat; hers on Instagram—commemorating the one-year status of their relationship. Soon after, both will post photographs of an idyllic, whereabouts-unknown vacation in the tropics, with ts + aw written in the sand. (Harris’s given name is Adam Wiles.)

“I’m just taking things as they come,” Swift says. “I’m in a magical relationship right now. And of course I want it to be ours, and low-key … this is the one thing that’s been mine about my personal life.”

Swift’s friend Lorde thinks that Swift can only withdraw from music for so long. “We talk about this—in order to do good work, write these deeply personal records, we’re constantly in a place of metacognition. Sometimes it can feel like you’re a scholar writing a thesis about your own brain,” Lorde says. “So I think she’s going to try to pick up some new skills, maybe take courses in something. Tay is a big fan of taking time off until about month two—and then she gets this look in her eyes, and I know all the Dateline and frozen yogurt and mooching around is about to go out the window.”

Here on a basement floor of the country club, where the bride is adjusting her gown, Swift and I hear the cocktail party gaining steam. A pair of bridesmaids stroll by. Swift gives them high fives.

“Honestly, I never relax, and I’m excited about being able to relax for the first time in ten years,” she says.

Swift takes a sip of her Old Fashioned. “I feel relaxed right now.”

Just a few days before, Swift had been in the thick of it. In her Grammy acceptance speech for Album of the Year, she’d offered stirring words to women in the audience, but also made what was presumed to be a less-than-veiled reply to Kanye West, who’d released a new song in which he’d bragged he’d made Swift famous and tackily theorized the pair would one day have sex. The story pinged around on social media for the next 72 hours and generally made me want to put a metal pail on my head and bang it loudly against a wall.

Hadn’t this whole Kanye vs. Taylor nonsense—which began, of course, seven years ago, when West barged into Swift’s MTV Video Music Awards acceptance speech to argue that Beyoncé should have won—been declared over? Taylor Nation was aghast. Austin Swift posted an Instagram video in which he casually tossed a pair of West’s Adidas Yeezy sneakers into the garbage.

I tell Swift the whole thing reminded me of Al Pacino’s famous line as the aging Mafia don Michael Corleone in The Godfather Part III.

“ ‘I thought I was out …’ ”

Swift knows exactly where I am going and finishes it: “ ‘They pull me back in!’ ”

“I think the world is so bored with the saga,” she goes on. “I don’t want to add anything to it, because then there’s just more.”

I get why Swift would not want to fuel the dispute, but it’s not hard to see a connection between West’s credit-taking and the long tradition of men being dismissive—actively as well as subconsciously mansplainy—of the hard work and success of women. This is something Swift has become hardened to, having spent much of her early years being mainly recognized not for her songwriting gifts (which just about everyone now agrees are rare and special) but for who she was dating, her fame distilled into what Swift calls “my incredibly sexist Men–of–Taylor Swift slideshows.”

“You know, I went out on a normal amount of dates in my early 20s, and I got absolutely slaughtered for it,” she says. “And it took a lot of hard work and altering my decision-making. I didn’t date for two and a half years. Should I have had to do that? No.

“I guess what I wanted to call attention to in my speech at the Grammys was how it’s going to be difficult if you’re a woman who wants to achieve something in her life—no matter what,” she adds.

The day after the awards, Swift went shopping at Barneys in Beverly Hills—“I was like, ‘I’m going to buy some nice shoes today’ ”—and says she was approached by a number of women, mothers in particular, who thanked her. “Their response was really beautiful. You never know what anyone’s response is going to be. So when it’s good, it’s really nice.”

Swift has reached a level of fame at which unsolicited drama just finds her. The Men–of–Taylor Swift slideshows have calmed down, but she now takes grief for her “squad” of celebrity female friends, who, depending on the jab, are either too glam or too phony or some combination of the two.

“Ugh,” Swift says when I bring it up. “I’ve had people say really hurtful things about me, and so I’ve kind of learned how to gauge it: ‘This is, like, low-to-medium-level hurtful.’

“There are a lot of really easy ways to dispel rumors,” she explains. “If they say you are pregnant, all you have to do is continue to not be pregnant and not have a baby. If the rumor is that you have fake friendships, all you have to do is continue to be there for each other. And when we’re all friends in fifteen years and raising our kids together, maybe somebody will look back and go, ‘That was kind of ridiculous what we said about Taylor and her friends.’ ”

It’s as if Swift has become so big, so enticing a target, that she is no longer a mere person but a cultural symbol from which anything can be demanded. Jack Antonoff describes Swift’s status as “almost like being president.” He adds, “She’s the biggest, but a lot of people have been the biggest. Not a lot of people have been the biggest and the best, and she is.”

All of that feels a million light-years away, here, back home, among friends, at Britany’s wedding. Before we part, Swift makes a request: She needs to practice her maid-of-honor speech. Now.

And so, in a basement corridor at the country club, Swift recites her maid-of-honor speech, which she has memorized.

I don’t have to tell you that Taylor Swift’s maid-of-honor speech is great. Of course it’s great.

Here’s one other thing about this wedding: Brit­any and Ben made the brilliant decision, which apparently is becoming a bit of a thing with twenty-first-century nuptials, to politely ask their guests to not bring their phones. So from the ceremony to the receptions and the toasts, people actually paid attention to the bride and groom—they focused, laughed, existed in the now. “All of our guests were present,” Britany tells me later. “I truly attribute this to everyone unplugging from distractions and enjoying the moment.”

When the time comes, Swift grabs the mic and delivers her maid-of-honor address with the unperturbed calm of someone who does this kind of thing before 50,000 people. She tells the story of having a crush on kindergarten-era Ben with his bowl cut and Lego lunch box. She talks about how, as toddlers, Britany was the physical one, and she was the verbal one. “Essentially what you had were these two babies who each made up for what the other lacked,” Swift says. “One couldn’t really walk. One couldn’t really talk. And interestingly enough, we assume those exact personas to this day when we are drunk … give us an hour.”

The room goes crazy.

A few beats later, Swift has everyone teary when she talks about the “real love” she sees between Britany and Ben. “Real love doesn’t mess with your head,” she says. “Real love just is. Real love just endures. Real love maintains. Real love takes it page by page.”

(I told you it was a good speech.)

Later on, there will be cake. Later on, there will be dancing, those flower girls getting a story that is going to totally blow their classmates’ minds at school on Monday. Later on, the wedding band will entice Swift to the stage, where she will sing “Shake It Off” for her childhood friend on her wedding night and an audience that for the first time in history isn’t waving 10,000 smartphones in her face. The night—the whole weekend—is storybook warm. You know the old Thomas Wolfe novel You Can’t Go Home Again? Sometimes it’s really true.

But Taylor Swift did.

Kimye vs. Taylor Swift

While I do not think Kim or Kanye are good people at all, I respect them for their work ethic and ambition and yesterday I was 100% on their side.

But now, I can’t help but side with Taylor.
You can’t deny that Kim selectively chose the clips she wanted to release and that’s why she used snapchat. She wouldn’t include anything that would show anything that made Kanye look bad. Kanye said the conversation was an hour long, where is it?

I also agree that Taylor had a complete overreaction to being “wronged” by being called “that bitch” in front of the whole world.
But if you think that is an overreaction, when Kanye was “wronged” by people he depicted their naked bodies in a music video without their consent. Rapists and abusers included. He put Rihanna next her abuser and included Amber Rose who he will not stop slut shaming and downright bullying.

If you want to talk snakes, what about the Kardashian family planting drugs in Black Chyna’s bag to get her arrested? What about how Kim and her family are only famous because of her sex tape yet she had the audacity to slut shame Amber Rose for being a stripper? What about how Khloe Kardashian posting what is basically a nude photo of a 19 year old girl for naively voicing that she thinks the whole drama should end? What about be Kardashians leeching off of the Simpsons and Hiltons before they found their fame?

As for Taylor Swift claiming character assassination, she’s saying it because she believes being falsely accused is wrong. Her songs are told from her perspective, which she also told Kanye was fine. How is it character assassination to callout Joe for breaking up with her rudely (over a 26 second phone call) when that’s exactly what happened? Also, Taylor was misleading about this but she never denied the phone call happened.

Anyway, Kanye is a snake and so is Kim and her whole family.

The Taylor Swift Party Is Far From Over: How The Star Will Be Redeemed In No Time

This summer has been particularly strange so far for one of the world’s biggest stars. Or at least it has been for the observers of one of the world’s biggest stars.

At the same time Forbes was crowning Taylor Swift the top-earning celebrity of 2016, with the other kind of receipts totaling $170 million, cracks were starting to show in the foundation upon which she built her empire.

First there were a few light tremors, triggered by the relationship known as Hiddleswift planting its steel-tipped flag into the ground with a force that our fickle earth was unprepared for. But believers in true love, freedom, privacy and other sanctities quickly set about patching any blemishes on the surface.

Yet while Swift’s devoted fan base remained unshaken, the fence started getting crowded with the curious and the skeptical, the unconvinced souls peering through the slats, eager to see if a shoe had indeed been dropped—and if the other would soon follow.

Then, last week—many weeks after the Internet figured out that Swift was “oooh”-ing on the chorus of ex-boyfriend Calvin Harris and Rihanna’s song “This Is What You Came For” and that “co-writer Nils Sjoberg” was actually Swift—TMZ put it out there that Sjoberg was totally Swift. And the site also reported that Swift felt totally betrayed by Harris when he said in an interview the day the song came out that he couldn’t foresee ever collaborating with his then-girlfriend.

Swift’s camp then officially confirmed that she wrote the song and used the alias.

A source told E! News that Swift agreed to not promote her role in the song when it came out so as not to overshadow her boyfriend, and Harris tweeted as much, calling her lyric-writing skills “amazing.”

But what a difference a breakup can make. Especially when it was almost immediately followed by what looked like Swift and Tom Hiddleston auditioning for The Amazing Race, with cheekily branded swimwear and everything.

“Hurtful to me at this point that her and her team would go so far out of their way to try and make ME look bad at this stage though,” Harris tweeted July 13, presumably referring to the news that Swift was pissed at his interview, as if she had had no idea he was going to deny working together. (Which, if you get into semantics, he didn’t do—rather, he said it wouldn’t happen in the future.)

“I figure if you’re happy in your new relationship you should focus on that instead of trying to tear your ex bf down for something to do,” the EDM star continued. “I know you’re off tour and you need someone new to try and bury like Katy ETC but I’m not that guy, sorry. I won’t allow it. Please focus on the positive aspects of YOUR life because you’ve earned a great one.”

OK, there’s a time and a place for everything, and this wasn’t it. Because Swift didn’t really do anything to him at that point other than just accept her months-old credit for writing a melody and some song lyrics—and she did that rather quietly.

But the aforementioned fence, already crowded with the curious, started to look like a scene out of The Walking Dead. Wide-eyed, gaping faces everywhere, agitated hands rattling the gate, chomping at the bit and declaring the #TaylorSwiftPartyIsOver because—aw, damn—Harris had just called Swift out for being vengeful and manipulative.

Though while this didn’t look good for Swift, and the sheer realization that so many people were on the fence about her in the first place was surprising, Harris didn’t exactly do himself any favors. He already had his hit record and he’s been working, traveling and surrounded by pals since the split. Moreover, it wasn’t as if he could be accused of moving on too fast should he venture out on a date.

Harris, though you couldn’t really blame him for his Twitter tantrum, came off looking pretty petty.

And then on the evening of July 17, Kim Kardashian set fire to the fence.

After insisting in her recent GQ interview that a recording existed of Swift talking to Kanye West about his song “Famous"—in which he rapped "I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex / Why? I made that bitch famous"—Kim encouraged Twitter to check out her Snapchat.

Off our thumbs trotted to Snapchat, only to find, in snippet after captivating snippet, a video of Kanye talking to Taylor on speakerphone, telling her all about the "I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex” line—and Swift getting a kick out of it. If a part of the talk existed in which Swift warned West about sending a “strong misogynistic message,” as she originally claimed, no one got to hear it.

“Umm, yeah I mean go with whatever line you think is better. It’s obviously very tongue in cheek either way. And I really appreciate you telling me about it, that’s really nice,” Taylor was heard telling Kanye on the recording.

Call it shade, call it tea, call it receipts, call it what you will: Twitter had never eaten a pop star alive so quickly. The fence was no match for the thousands of hungry souls who poured forth to crash the #KimExposedTaylorParty.

By the time Swift’s well-thought-out statement (it was pointed out that her screen grab indicated it was something she had searched for because it already existed on her phone) hit the Internet, in which she pointed out that she hadn’t heard the finished product and in the end hadn’t enjoyed being called “that bitch,” the damage was done.

With cracks in Swift’s meticulously manicured image already starting to show, Kimye sent the whole construct crashing down.

Or did they?

It’s not as though Taylor didn’t have her share of instantaneous support online. The recording didn’t turn her devoted fan base against her—Swifties are standing strong.

Now, however, the expert defense isn’t so much about how she’s a lovely girl, leave her alone. But rather headlines such as “Taylor Swift Is Cold-Blooded and Calculating. That’s What Makes Her a Great Pop Star” (Vox) and “I Don’t Care if Taylor Swift Lied & Here’s Why” (Refinery 29).

Forbes, the actual-receipt counters, stated: “Taylor Swift’s Carefully Cultivated Image Is Starting to Crack.” Then there’s the “Taylor Swift 1989-2016” pictures making the rounds, which is just creepy—and more than a tad premature.

But it is as if Swift, the person, has been left for dead and everyone’s moving on to dissect her image—even though, truth be told, the image was all anyone ever had to work with in the first place.

It may only be Swift the person, however, who decides where this all goes next.

Because while we’re all into “perfect,” and “flawless,” and “everything,” the Internet has been known to take issue with perfect on a person who’s obviously trying to be perfect. Just ask Anne Hathaway.

“People will ride with anything that’s against you when they don’t like you,” Charlamagne Tha God, co-host of Power 105.1’s The Breakfast Club, told E! News this week in response to the Kimye vs. Taylor controversy.

“When people really don’t like you, they will ride anything or anybody that’s against you. So even though a lot of these people really don’t like Kim, they don’t like Taylor more. When Kim exposes Taylor… that’s the world we live in where celebrities are perfect. Taylor is the epitome of the perfect celebrity. All her moves are calculated. She never really makes any mistakes. She says the right things. She does the right things. So people were just waiting, waiting to have a reason to really get at her so this is their reason. Because in their mind they’re like no one can be this perfect, she’s fake. As soon as they get a little inkling that she may be fake, or she may not be telling the truth. They couldn’t wait to jump on this bandwagon, so it’s just that simple. People will ride with anything that’s against you when they don’t like you.”

But as Hathaway also proved—being the target of the most inexplicable brand of criticism from no one particularly important while winning a Golden Globe, a SAG Award and an Oscar in 2013—what the online haters are saying often doesn’t reflect business as usual.

Does anyone actually think Swift’s next album is in trouble? It isn’t. If it came out tomorrow (which wouldn’t be a bad idea, since it only has to be remotely good to make all of this go away), it would break sales records, lead to another huge world tour and, most importantly, put her right back in the driver’s seat of her own narrative.

That’s obviously where Swift is most comfortable, controlling her own message in whatever way she sees fit—through song, through fashion, through social media. And she’s been ragingly successful at it. Unstoppable, in fact.

And despite being “exposed” as a businesswoman who’s fiercely protective of her image, so much so that she took Kanye’s “I made that bitch famous” brag more seriously than anyone else did (or wanted people to think she did because she’s got millions of young fans who look up to her as an empowering role model), those who loved Swift before aren’t going to love her any less now.

Or better yet, those who get Taylor can’t validly think any less of her because she’s having some image issues. She’s been a huge star for almost a decade and she’s still a badass, still a success and still a person—an imperfect moment was bound to make her life look a little more real.

And though Swift’s argument—"You don’t get to control someone’s emotional response to being called ‘that bitch’“—was overshadowed in the moment, it wasn’t lost.

The debate rages over whether that word, even when used by women in an empowering fashion, still has a negative connotation regardless of who’s using it and why.

"With any word it’s all about context,” Charlamagne told us. “It’s kind of like you using the [N-word]. I can use the word as a term of an endearment. I can use the word 'bitch’ as a term of endearment. You have people historically like Lil’ Kim who called herself the Queen Bitch’ or Trina called herself the 'baddest bitch,’ but then you have Queen Latifah who did a song called 'U.N.I.T.Y.’ and asked guys 'who you calling a bitch?’ She didn’t like that. It’s all about context.”

As far as West’s use in “Famous,” while there’s no indication that the rapper meant it as any more than a synonym for 'girl,’ “I see how it could be taken in a disrespectful way,” Charlamagne added.

And while Taylor’s fans aren’t switching sides anytime soon, neither are Kanye’s. The Life of Pablo debuted at No. 1 on the Billboard 200, controversial entrée into the world and all.

As far as the hoi polloi are concerned, Swift might want to take some time to laugh at all this—herself included—once the dust has settled. That same Internet that’s always lying in wait to pounce will end up coming in handy later, because in this day and age you’re only one viral Tonight Show sketch, Saturday Night Live cameo, “Carpool Karaoke” or Lip Sync Battle appearance away from being the belle of the ball again.

The fans who celebrated 1989’s first birthday on Twitter as if it were a real person will line up once again to applaud their leader.

The longer Swift and Tom Hiddleston stay together, the better that might look to people still hung up on that perceived infraction, but we aren’t in the business of encouraging people to stay together for any reason other than love and we aren’t going to start now.

Happily, a source told E! News that Hiddleston has been awesome throughout this nonsense, that he’s been “supporting her and enjoying the time he’s having with her.”

Moreover, “she’s been writing during her travels, and Tom has been an inspiration in her music.”

See, and that’s Taylor’s real life. Her work, her guy and, sure, the artistry with which she combines the two. She blends the public and private like a boss, and you can’t have a star without an image. There’s no such thing.

Just as what went down on Twitter a few nights ago will have no bearing on Swift’s actual life in the long run, the tide will only truly rise or fall on the strength of the music that connects her to all her fans.

And so the party rages on.


(http://www.eonline.com/news/781871/the-taylor-swift-party-is-far-from-over-how-the-star-will-be-redeemed-in-no-time)

Taylor Swift's 'downfall': what the online celebrations really say

RIP Taylor Swift: buried by Kim Kardashian West on 18 July. Or so those gleefully celebrating the supposed downfall of megastar Swift want the obituary to go.

Many hundreds of thousands people seem to have been waiting for this moment for years: Swift’s pedestal has begun to crumble beneath her feat. The unstoppable force of her success combined with her image management has met – with a thundering crash – the immoveable object that is the Kardashian publicity-generating machine.

On Monday Kardashian West published video of Swift seeming to approve Kanye West’s controversial Famous lyric – an approval Swift’s camp has been forcefully denying. But even before that, Swift’s star was already under siege.

Taylor Swift is so annoying; she is the next Anne Hathaway.

Taylor Swift’s’s 4 July party was a “self-loving, narcissistic shriekfest”.

Is Taylor Swift bad for Tom Hiddleston’s career?

The above are real critiques in real news articles and commentary pieces, published by reputable news outlets. The predictable backlash that has been brewing against Swift for a couple of years is finally reaching crescendo.

It was only a matter of time before the talented, successful, unapologetic, in-control young woman was fodder for critics, reduced to comparisons to “annoying” Anne Hathaway and almost-annoying Jennifer Lawrence (notice it’s never men who are annoying?)

The door to the latest round of vicious commentary was opened by Swift’s apparently heavily stage managed appearances with Hiddleston as her new boyfriend. That the pair want to be seen together is obvious – nobody goes on a date to the Colosseum in an effort to avoid crowds – but it is Swift who has been the lightning rod for the ridiculous commentary on it. Hiddleston, meanwhile, is treated as though he is an infant under the spell of some wicked witch (so goes the gendered implication), with no agency of his own.

“He hates that he has become a joke,” the Hollywood Gossip reported, about how “trapped” the rich and famous grown man is. “It’s hard for him to prove that to everybody because of how insistent Taylor is that everything that they do with each other is photographed.”

Vox dissected the commentary thus: “Somehow, as many angry observers implied, Hiddleston, and his smooth-as-silk British accent, was supposed to be better than this … and, by proxy, deserving of someone better than Swift.”

A series of aggressive tweets from her ex-boyfriend Calvin Harris sent thousands of people to Swift’s Instagram to leave a snake emoji. Instead of focusing on how hilarious it was that Swift wrote a hit song for him under a male pseudonym, the media concentrated on the fact that Harris did not like the way she made it public.

Swift deserves critique for her brand of feminism, which is part friendship-as-beauty-pageant mixed with individualism on steroids. Is she a master manipulator of the media? Without a doubt. And Kanye was right: Single Ladies is a better song and video than You Belong With Me.

No person is without fault, but none of the above warrants the viciousness with which Swift is torn into. She does not deserve to be labelled an “obnoxious Nazi barbie”, for a start.

At the heart of the coverage of Tay-Tay/Hiddleswift are themes as old as the Bible: suspicion of successful women, resentment of unapologetic women, a need for women to know their place.

This of course is not just about Swift; she hardly needs me rushing to her defence. It’s about the public discourse around young women: the way we still talk and write about their success, and the uncomfortable way we treat their sexuality. Why else would we criticise the number of boyfriends Swift has had, and the swiftness with which she moved on from Harris to become Hiddleswift.

When stories are published calling Taylor “insane” and a “control freak”, and when entire Tumblr threads are devoted to how “annoying” she is, we’re sending a message to young girls and women: You are not allowed to be seen enjoying your success or your sexuality – and you are certainly not to appear to think you deserve either.

Justin Bieber caused thousands of dollars’ worth of damage to his neighbour’s property by egging it, and allegedly spat on his fans. He repeatedly storms off stage in the middle of concerts and talks openly about his relationships – yet he still can be redeemed.

Swift writes catchy songs about some ex-boyfriends, appears surprised when she wins awards, complains about how she has been represented in a Kanye West song, and is never photographed with a hair out of place. Those are her crimes. And they are apparently unforgivable.

Before her, Hathaway’s crimes were crying when she won an Oscar – and obviously wanting to win an Oscar. Lawrence’s was being too goofy. Meanwhile, Woody Allen continues to make movies, Bill Murray is a loveable but curmudgeonly old fella’ and Terry Richardson is a feted photographer.

Swift is the only woman to win the Grammy for album of the year twice; she has sold 40m albums worldwide and has written the vast majority of her own hits. If she seems little intense, it probably has something to do with why she is so wildly successful, yet we remain determined to reduce her – in her own tongue-in-cheek words – to a nightmare dressed like a daydream.

Fact: Taylor Swift Was Plenty Famous Before Kanye West Came Along (Plus the Other Big Problem With What He Said)

Kanye West can explain away that “bitch” is a term of hip-hop endearment all he wants. He can say that Taylor Swift thought his line in “Famous” was hilarious.

Did none of Swift’s nearest and dearest then not know ahead of time that Kanye would be dropping a Taylor-bomb during one of his tunes from The Life of Pablo yesterday? Wouldn’t she have shared that little oh-by-the-way nugget with her boyfriend, Calvin Harris?

Instead, Swift’s closest friends; her brother, Austin; and Harris all seemed pretty dismayed (as much as can be gleaned from the art of tweeting and liking on Instagram) by the insta-infamous line in West’s new tune “Famous”: “For all my Southside n–gas who will know me best / I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex / Why, I made that bitch famous / God damn / I made that bitch famous.”

As far as what’s wrong with that lyric…where do we begin?!

First of all, the fact that Taylor was onstage at the 2009 MTV Video Music Awards already accepting the Moon Man for Best Female Video for “You Belong With Me” when Kanye made himself more famous by interrupting her…pretty much proves in one fell swoop that she was doing OK before Sept. 13, 2009.

In fact, her career was racing at full speed ahead right to the top at the very least a year before she unwittingly crossed paths with Kanye.

“The CMA award nomination—that’s a big deal to me, because that’s the [Female Vocalist of the Year] category,” she told MTV before the 2008 CMAs. “That’s not a New Artist category. So it’s cool to be considered in that way.” The then 18-year-old artist added, “I think you can always hope as a new artist to go up and have your career go like this [she motioned up] instead of like this [downward motion]. The next couple weeks will be very telling.”

More than she could have ever imagined.

But just for the heck of it, here are more numbers to back up our theory.

Before that fateful encounter that, jestingly or no, Kanye claims “made that bitch famous,” Taylor’s pre-2009-VMAs accomplishments included:

• 15 songs on the Billboard Hot 100
• 1 Academy of Country Music Award
• 1 American Music Award
• 1 CMA Award
• 5 CMT Music Awards, including two straight wins for Video of the Year in 2008 and 2009
• 3 Teen Choice Awards
• 1 Grammy Nomination (she lost Best New Artist to Amy Winehouse, singularly stiff competition)

She quickly added to her AMA and CMA tallies that November (including Entertainer of the Year at the CMAs), presumably not just because people felt sorry for her. And if we want to kick this up a notch…

Swift’s career-making Fearless, her second studio album, dropped exactly two weeks before Kanye’s 808s & Heartbreak in November 2008 and moved 592,000 copies in its first week to 808s’ 450,145.

Fast-forward to December 2009 when Billboard crowned her Top Female Artist of the Year after Fearless became the best-selling album of the year in the U.S., moving over 5.2 million copies (not all of them post-Sept. 13). In one of those joyous twists of pop culture fate, Top Male Artist of the Year went to Kanye West, partly due to the success of 808s & Heartbreak, which as of 2013 has sold 1.7 million copies, but largely because of his pre-VMAs ubiquity.

After the VMAs, however, he suffered through a number of public apologies, including his particularly painful-to-watch appearance on the premiere of The Jay Leno Show, and then took a break from the high lights; a planned co-headlining tour with Lady Gaga was also canceled in October 2009.

Unless anyone’s foolish to believe that Taylor’s been riding a pity wave for the past six-plus years, it seems pretty obvious that Kanye’s outrageous claim was only so much braggadocio.

Which brings us to the other thing that should be stuck in the collective craw of the Swift squad more than the absurd Kanye-created-Taylor boast.

“Kanye did not call for approval, but to ask Taylor to release his single ‘Famous’ on her Twitter account. She declined and cautioned him about releasing a song with such a strong misogynistic message,” her rep told E! News in a statement Thursday night. “Taylor was never made aware of the actual lyric, 'I made that bitch famous.’”

He’s free to say whatever he wants in his songs—it’s a free country. And there are plenty of rappers, rockers and artists of all genres who sing/paint/make jokes about sex and use way fouler language than anything Kanye included on The Life of Pablo.

But for the record, suggesting (for creative purposes, or any purpose) that Taylor may be DTF because she either owes him as much or is just so darn grateful to him for slicing her off a hunk of the fame pie…

So archaic. And while plenty of those aforementioned artists are also fathers, husbands, boyfriends, sons, etc., Kanye is indeed a dad now as well, and he may want to think for two seconds about that out-of-touch, oppressive, misogynistic sentiment he just put out into the world.

One day his daughter might thank him for just shutting up for once.