Something I meditate on often here, well, meditate perhaps assigns too much importance and thought, we’ll say ramble until I get bored and then abruptly stop, but one of those things is the drastic image change of Taylor Swift.  Drastic yet organic feeling.  And I wonder how and why.  Not because I distrust it or I dislike her, I happen to like her a good bit, I happen to have seen in myself a change in opinion about her, but it is interesting.  Thoughts pop up like authenticity or a certain honesty but I can’t know if those are real.  Celebrities are in many ways the known unknown.  Or… like a Picasso painting in real life.  We see them from thousands of angles, from more angles than is natural but it’s only the parts the artist wants us to see.  What we see is not a person, it’s an image constructed of multiple pieces the artist has given us.  An image that resembles the form of something real but is not.  I mean, I don’t really know Taylor Swift.  We don’t really know the people closest to us, most of us struggle with knowing ourselves, we sure as fuck don’t know Taylor Swift.  I think part of the appeal of Taylor Swift though is she seems sincere, we feel like we know her.  This is of course because of the power of the written word.  Even when sung to us.  She is a writer and writers can create universes vast and infinite with just a few words.  What we feel like she has shared with us is a peek into her soul.  Even if not autobiographical we have to feel like it emotionally authentic.  Of course, writers can be full of shit, they are creators and we make the mistake thinking they speak of themselves when they are not.  I don’t really have a point here.  I had other points that led nowhere (like how we are surprised when a woman writes her own songs, like a penis is an important part of song writing) but there is no reason to go there since they lead nowhere.  This all lead nowhere.  Taylor Swift is an enigma to me.  I am fully charmed by what she reveals of herself even as I know it might be false.  Or partial.  Or… nothing.  I guess what I am saying is this is what I think about when a woman wears lingerie on a stage and starts to think, I start to wonder how much of life we can see and understand and question the nature of existence and identity.  Because I’m a huge perv, it’s just who I am.  Today I want to fuck Taylor Swift.