The last time I paid much attention to who is on the top of the pop charts dates back at least 20 years, if not longer so it should come as no surprise to anyone that when the child announced the other day that she’s a Taylor Swift fan I was surprised, as I didn’t think we were there yet.
I wonder where or when would she hear about Taylor Swift? I’ve got her tablet locked down to age appropriate content so I doubt it was there, but then it dawned on me:
She learned about her on the school bus.
That has to be it, because where else? I don’t think she could recognize a Taylor
Swift song. I know I couldn’t.
So this got me to thinking? How much time have I got before it’s full on Tayor here? A year? Six months? Oh God….less?
I’m not ready to have the child be a human database of every Taylor Swift song, album cover and small data point that every “Swiftie” knows and sings along to.
I was buying balloons for BW’s Birthday Party, and I overheard the woman at the register in front of me she was buying supplies for a Taylor Swift party where they rented a house and gathered a gaggle of tween girls and parents to celebrate the release of Taylor’s new album which I think is in a couple of weeks, but I don’t know for sure.
My first thought was really? That’s the excuse?.
Then I thought: She must be a pretty big deal.
I read the newspaper, and I know she’s now engaged to that football player and that she’s about mid-thirties in age, but that’s all I’ve got.
I think the universe is telling me something: First the child professing her love for Taylor, and then the dollar store lady - all in the same week. I follow pop music as much as I follow NASCAR racing or Golf. I could not sing you a Taylor song if I had to.
I guess that needs to change soon and I need to get ready for Taylor Swift and her new album. I will need to know all the words and facts and trivia and worst of all:
I will be expected to sing along.
I am not ready. The household is not ready. The neighbors are not ready.
But they better get used to the idea because she’s coming and there’s no stopping it.
And when it happens: IT WILL GO TO ELEVEN.
Keeping it in tune,
TH and Co.