Taylor Swift’s New Single and Laura’s Plea to Taylor [VIDEO]
Last night Taylor Swift announced that she will be releasing her fourth studio album called “Red” on October 22nd. In a room full of fans over a live web chat from Nashville, she played the song and explained where the album title came from.
She said she named it “Red” because of all the different emotions she explores on the album. According to Taylor:
“They’re all pretty much about the kind of tumultuous, crazy, insane, intense, semi-toxic relationships that I’ve experienced in the last two years.”
Keep in mind that Taylor Swift, although just 22 years young, has an impressive list of ex-boyfriends. Taylor Lautner, John Mayer, Jake Gyllenhall, Joe Jonas, and many other rumored suitors. She touts the fact that her new single, “We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together,” is about an ex-boyfriend. Though she doesn’t say which one it was.
My 9 year old daughter LOVES Taylor Swift. I’m not saying that it’s a bad thing, I just wish that Taylor would realize that there are so many young girls across the GLOBE who adore her–and cling to her every word (and lyric) and treat them as gospel. These are the same girls that are growing up way too fast. Just about every song she writes is about a boyfriend, a breakup, or a crush, etc. Please, Taylor, if you’re reading this (which is extremely unlikely, but I’m writing to her like she’s reading it anyway,) write a few songs about how it’s ok to stay a little girl as long as you can. Please, for the sanity of all of us parents out there. Write a song about how life as a teenage girl doesn’t revolve around boys. Write a song about puppies, or ice cream, or all the other things that little girls should be worried about when they’re 9 years old.
I get it. I’ve been a young girl with plenty of boy crushes. But Debbie Gibson didn’t dwell on boy crushes, we were thinking about Electric Youth! Feel the power! Feel the energy!
I’ve talked to my daughter about these things, you know, the birds, bees, and everything in between. But every time I hear the trademark Taylor boy swooning lyrics coming from her room, I can’t help but think all of our conversations are obscured–if not erased–by the prose of a young pop/country star.
I don’t want to be a grandma for a very, very long time.
And I’m done. Thanks for listening, Taylor.