Team Taylor

Lawd, but I am so sick of people bashing Taylor Swift and the misogyny that doing so reveals about them.

Let me preface this by saying that although I do love two of her albums (folklore and evermore), I’m not a Swiftie in that I wouldn’t pay thousands of dollars to see her in concert, I only listen to her music on Spotify and haven’t actually purchased any of her albums, and I haven’t seen the movie about her. Therefore, this isn’t a knee-jerk reaction to criticism of something I personally enjoy or someone I admire.

This is about the cultural war over her and the rampant sexism and misogyny fired at her and her fans. CNN had a good piece on why you should watch what you say about Taylor Swift in front of your kids, because they will pick up on what you say. The author made the point that Eminem flipping off the crowd after his football team lost was seen as “relatable” but Swift watching her boyfriend play football and cheering on his team was seen as a publicity stunt and a distraction.

Over the past few months I’ve seen this culture war play out on Threads, the Twitter alternative that is tied to Instagram. People—usually white men in trucker’s caps—ragged incessantly on Swift for doing what they themselves do, which is watch her boyfriend play football. Funny how no one criticized me when I dated a football player back in high school and went to all of his games to cheer him on. So what is it about Swift that edges these men so much?

First, she’s wildly successful as a businessperson in a way none of them will ever be. Yet they’ll fawn over blowhards like Elon Musk and the Orange Ape, both of whom have proven to be terrible at every aspect of business except for wasting other people’s money and ruining any major venture they inherit or buy.

Second, she’s outspoken and strong.

Third, she’s not afraid of being vulnerable.

Fourth, she’s beautiful and super feminine in her appearance and carriage.

It’s those last two that really set the toxic guys off. She’s beautiful and feminine, but she’s not pliable or submissive. In their minds, being feminine should also mean being malleable and easily dominated, and Swift is anything but. Does not compute! Danger! Danger, Will Robinson!

Compare this with Pink going to see then-boyfriend Carey Hart race in motocross. There was no criticism of her at all, and she proposed to him at one of his races by holding up signs saying “Will you marry me?” and “Serious!” as he was actually racing. How is that not a “distraction” but Taylor Swift going to a football game is? Don’t get me wrong: Pink has her own brand of beauty and femininity, but her image is that she’s one of the “cool” chicks, someone you’d hang out and have a few beers with while you both watched her now-husband do what he does. She wears her hair short, she’s built like an athlete, and her strength is the kind that implies that she’ll kick your ass if you say anything about anyone she loves. She’s one of the girls guys see as one of the guys. That has its own toxic perspective, wherein an athletic woman is seen as masculine, but that’s a post for another day.

I’ve also seen words like “simp” lobbed at Travis Kelce for showing affection to Swift. For those not up on internet slang, simp is a word used by certain men, usually incels (involuntarily celibates), to describe someone who shows excessive sympathy and attention toward another person, typically someone who does not reciprocate the same feelings, in pursuit of affection or a sexual relationship. Uh, yeah. Pretty sure that doesn’t apply to Kelce, as it’s obvious Swift loves the guy. As a pro athlete, he wouldn’t have a hard time getting sex, either, and therefore wouldn’t need to be unctuous just to get attention from women. The misogynists are angry that someone they would consider to be an “alpha male” dares to show affection for a woman he loves, because in their eyes, alpha males should treat women like garbage.

All of this hatred toward Swift and Kelce reflects a culture of misogyny and toxic masculinity, one that fills social media and popular discourse. It’s a sign of insecurity among those who belittle Swift and Kelce, many of whom will also natter on about the “crisis of male loneliness.” These dullards might as well wear a hat with a logo declaring their hatred of anyone who isn’t White and male like them.

Oh, wait… Most of them do. A red one.

Well, I have no sympathy for those guys. Half of them are angry that women want nothing to do with them, yet don’t see how they’re the common denominator in all of their failed attempts to date and find love. The other half may be partnered, but I guarantee that most of their wives or girlfriends do a helluva lot more housework and childminding than they do, even as those women also work full-time, and then these guys will wonder why their wives won’t sleep with them. They’re the kind of guy who struts around acting like he deserves a medal for Father of the Year for changing a diaper, pushing a stroller, or taking his kid to the park for a game of catch. They’re the kind of guy who will take a woman for granted and then say “she blindsided me” when the couple hits their 50s, the kids leave the nest, and she leaves him.

Is it any wonder young women are increasingly eschewing dating and relationships in favor of building their careers and working toward buying their own homes, and even deciding, in their late 30s, to go to a sperm bank and try IVF if they want a child? Patriarchy likes to decree “why buy the cow when you can get the milk free?” but women have turned that on its head and declared “why buy the whole pig for just a little sausage?”

More women are in college than men. More women are in law school and med school than men. And the more women rise, the more this pathetic subset of men hates them for it, and they aim their hatred at Swift because they see Swift as symbolic of the women they want but who are leaving them behind, the smart, beautiful, talented women who seek and receive more from a man than what these guys have to offer. Same goes for the women and girls who love Swift’s music and are Swifties. These guys tend to be the type who inherently belittle anything a girl or woman is interested in, so it’s double threatening when girls and women see value in a strong, successful woman. Wouldn’t want the little wimmin’ gettin’ ideas.

Well, to hell with those guys. I say more power to the young women who have decided they’d rather be alone than put up with their nonsense, and more power to Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce. Rock on with your strength, and don’t mind the angry little men behind the curtain. Their time is over, and yours has just begun.

Travis Kelce and Taylor Swift. Image: Patrick Smith/Getty Images

Year-End Survey

This is going around another website where I like to write.

What did you do in 2023 that you’d never done before?
Taken a beloved pet to say goodbye. Go to Poland. Have a heart attack.

Did you keep your New Years’ resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
I mostly did. I will absolutely have a few resolutions for 2024, and will be revisiting a couple from 2023.

Did anyone close to you give birth?
No.

Did anyone close to you die?
This beautiful bird, Inigo the Nanday Conure, AKA The Nanner King. I’m still grieving. Twenty-one years together is a long time. What I wouldn’t give for one more day.

A Nanday Conure bird named Inigo.
Nanner King forever, forever my best friend.

Did anyone close to you get married?
No.

What countries did you visit?
Poland.

What would you like to have in 2024 that you lacked in 2023?
Career fulfillment.

What dates from 2023 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
March 10, when Inigo and I said goodbye. September 4, seeing Poets of the Fall in Warsaw. October 25, when I had my heart attack.

What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Surviving.

What was your biggest failure?
I would have liked to have saved more money, but I guess I did that by default when I had to cancel my trips to England and Finland.

Did you suffer illness or injury?
Yes. I’ve been through it.

What was the best thing you bought?
The weekend in Poland.

Whose behavior merited celebration?
My buddy Liz. I could not have gotten through this year without her. Also, all the friends who offered to help, send me food, bring me food, etc. after my heart attack. I was able to manage by myself, but it’s a balm to know that help is there if I need it.

Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
No one could make me depressed, but appalled? “Miranda.” (If you know, you know.) I’m pretty disgusted by Elmo Muskrat, too. And most of the Supreme Court.

Where did most of your money go?
Rent.

What did you get really, really, really excited about?
Poland! It was a great time with great people.

What song will always remind you of 2023?
“Through the Years,” by Kenny Rogers. Inigo loved country music and after we said goodbye that song came into my head and felt like a message from him. It still comes into my head at random moments, and then I feel his presence.

Compared to this time last year, are you happier or sadder:
Sadder. Grief will do that to you.

Older or wiser:
Older, of course. We all are. Wiser, yes. This was a terrible year.

Thinner or fatter:
Slightly thinner, but not much.

Richer or poorer:
The same.

What do you wish you’d done more of?
Travel.

What do you wish you’d done less of?
Work.

How did you spend Christmas?
Chilling. That said, I had a more socially active holiday season this year than I’ve had in 10 years.

How will you be spending New Year’s Eve?
Likely with friends, if I feel up to it. The last time I saw friends was a trivia night and by 9:00 I was feeling loopy and exhausted, so I hope I have the energy.

What was your favorite TV program?
What We Do In the Shadows. I heart Nandor.

Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?
Not hate, but I lost respect for a few people and no longer want anything to do with them.

What was the best book you read?
I haven’t finished anything I started, so nothing.

What was your greatest musical discovery?
Paris Paloma. Here’s my Song of the Year:

What did you want and get?
Out of the United States, but not for long enough.

What did you want and not get?
Six winning numbers. Or five.

What was your favorite film of this year?
The only new release I saw was Barbie, so I guess that wins by default.

What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
Got take-out in which the fortune cookie had no fortune.

What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
Five winning numbers. I don’t even need the sixth. Just enough to get me out of the rat race. A million with a multiplier would be just fine.

How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2023?
I don’t have one, but click here to see my rather neglected URSTYLE profile.

What kept you sane?
Friends.

Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
I’ve lost my taste for celebrities and public figures, actually.

What political issue stirred you the most?
Reproductive rights. Don’t believe in abortion? Don’t have one. Oh, you think it’s wrong but you couldn’t have one anyway because you’re male and can’t get pregnant? Then stay out of two things: Vaginas and the way.

Who do you miss?
Inigo, with all my heart.

Who was the best new person/people you met?
Aleks and Claire. Met them in Poland and they’re great ladies.

Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2023:
I’m at an age where pretty much it’s all just confirmation of what I’ve already learned, but for this year, will go with “Don’t forget to just fucking chill,” from Masood Boomgaard, AKA Self-Help Singh

A quote that sums up your year:
The only way out is through.

Ex-finity

Ah, December 26. The day people return gifts, navigate travel home, nod through a slow day at work, or turn their thoughts toward the forthcoming new year. You know how people often say they want to stay up to ring in the new year? I want to stay up just to make sure this one leaves, because as noted in my first Holidailies entry this year, 2023 was the most painful year of my life.

In fact, I’m so traumatized by 2023 that I don’t trust entirely trust 2024 and therefore laughed hard enough to cry when I saw this posted somewhere online:

A Christmas ornament that says "Before I agree to 2024 I need to see some terms and conditions."

Speaking of terms and conditions, I’m about to give Xfinity/Comcast a swift kick in the behind. My bill went up $35 because my two-year contract ran out. Given that I love to binge-watch a good series and keep ghost-hunting shows on in the background, I have one of those premium packages with 185 channels, including HBO, Showtime, Starz, etc.

Yeah, well, my Roku gear is arriving tomorrow, for today was the last straw with the cable company and we can’t get Fios in my building. A couple of weeks after my heart attack, the Xfinity internet started acting wonky, right when I needed it to upload data from my heart monitor patch and phone. It took me four phone calls, four hours, and some tears to make them understand that I couldn’t wait a week with spotty internet while they got me on the schedule for a tech appointment. This time, it took me two phone calls, two hours, and a burgeoning fit of rage to get some sort of understanding of why my bill went up. I couldn’t access my statements online to see a breakdown of the charges and the chat agent spewed out nothing but scripted nonsense one step shy of complete gibberish.

But, see, trying to get a human on the phone is like getting a root canal without anesthetic. You may be familiar with a scenario like this:

Xfinity System: Hello [MISPRONOUNCED NAME]. Let me pull up your account. What would you like help with today? Say “billing” for help with your bill [and so on].

Me: Billing.

System: Okay. Did you know you can pay your bill online? We can send you a link. Would you like us to send you a link?

Me: No.

System: Okay, for payment options, say “payment” [and so on for five or six options] but if that doesn’t work, we can connect you to a live agent. However, we can text you a link to a website where you can chat with our chat support specialists. Would you like us to text you a link?

Me: No. Live agent.

System: Okay, we can connect you with a chat agent. We will send you a link.

Me: NO.

System: Sorry, I didn’t understand that.

Me: Live agent.

System: Okay, we can connect you with a live agent. But to avoid a wait, we can text you a link to–

Me: NO.

System: Sorry, I didn’t understand that. Would you like us to text you a link to a website so you can resolve your issue with one of our chat agents?

Me: NO, JACKASS.

System: Sorry, I didn’t understand that.

Me: Yes, you did. YES, YOU DID.

System: Sorry, I didn’t understand that.

Me: Live agent.

System: Okay, we can connect you with a live agent if–

Me: Live agent. Live agent. Live agent. Liveagentliveagentliveagent.

System: Okay. But to avoid a wait, we can text you a link to a website where one of our chat agents can help you. Would you like us to text you the link?

Me: [takes deep breaths]

System: If you don’t respond, this call will end.

Me: [takes more deep breaths and starts counting to 10]

System: If you don’t respond, this call will end. This call will end soon.

Me: DON’T YOU THREATEN ME, YOU VILE ZIT ON THE ASS OF HUMANITY. I SAID GIVE ME A LIVE AGENT LIVE AGENT LIVE AGENT LIVE AGENT GIVE ME A LIVE AGENT! RUN, YOU CUR! RUN! AND TELL ALL THE OTHER CURS THE LAW IS COMING. YOU TELL ‘EM I’M COMING AND HELL’S COMING WITH ME, YOU HEAR? HELL’S COMING WITH ME!!!!!

System: Transferring to a live agent.

So then I get a customer service rep that for the life of me I simply could not understand. I’m actually really good at understanding accents by non-native speakers, but every time I call Xfinity, I end up near tears and having to ask the customer service rep to spell words out so I can understand them. Today the rep kept saying something that sounded like “Tesla boom.” I think she meant “flex plan” but I just couldn’t understand her. So I go through all of that and then get put on hold for 20 minutes with no sound or music to indicate that the call is still live.

So of course I did what all stupid people do in that situation, which was hang up, call back, and go through all of that again. Only this time, I got a snitty rep who I had no patience for whatsoever and who flat-out lied to me and said that even if I got Roku, I would still need cable.

Well, we’ll see about that, won’t we?