Taylor Swift has released another album spilling the beans on her private life. ‘I’d written so much tortured poetry in the past two years and wanted to share it all with you,’ she says. Her fans are lapping up The Tortured Poets Department, but her critics say dishing the dirt on her ex boyfriends isn’t fair.
Swift is famous for two things; being so massively successful that a musical visit by her can boost a country’s GDP, and for writing snarky songs about her exes. There is something very appealing about the extremes at play here; the former so grown-up and the second so teenage.
Swift is audacious above all, and the title of her album is a particularly brazen joke; it’s not tortured poetry when it makes you the wealthiest lyricist in the world, or when your forte is toying with discarded men like a particularly sleek and self-assured cat.
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