WHO'S TAYLOR SWIFT ANYWAY, EW!
BECAUSE I’M OLD enough to remember the unveiling of the Thriller video, Taylor Swift’s publicity swell for Bad Blood fell on largely deaf ears and blind eyes. Gigi Hadid and Ellie Goulding channelling their hitherto unseen warrior Tarantino valve didn’t do it for me. Maybe it was more than that. Every time I see Taylor Swift, I’m put in mind of a young Lisa Kudrow acting the part of a plucky country and western sensation who wakes up Kafka-esque one morning thinking ‘today’s the day I’m going to do sassy’. I won’t say that handing over the significance of that pivotal young pop totem of her era to gay men twenty or thirty years my junior isn’t something of a wrench. Nor that it’s the first time it’s happened during the last decade. But that’s getting middle-aged for you.