i don’t cater to all these vipers.

this blog is something i’ve been sitting with for months, trying to articulate: it’s about taylor swift, our favorite pop sensation who can turn a breakup into a billboard hit, but also about so much more…

it baffles me that some women take issue with taylor writing about her relationships, her exes, the breakups, and choose to judge her negatively for speaking out. you’d think they’d be cheering her on for making millions off her heartache, but instead, there’s judgment, eye-rolling, and whispers that maybe she should just keep quiet about it.

that judgment? it’s not just about taylor. it’s about something bigger, something lurking in the shadows of our collective consciousness: internalized misogyny.

it’s part of a long history of silencing women, of telling them to keep quiet about their experiences, especially when it comes to relationships.

never be so polite you forget your power.

men have been writing about their exes since, well, forever. and when they do, they’re hailed as poetic geniuses, chroniclers of the human condition. but when taylor swift does it, suddenly it’s “oh, she’s so petty,” or “why can’t she just move on?” the double standard is glaring, but somehow, it keeps slipping under the radar.

it’s like this: women have been trained – by society, by culture, by history – to keep their emotions in check, to not make a fuss, especially over a man. when swift refuses to follow those unspoken rules, it ruffles feathers. and not just any feathers: women’s feathers. because deep down, many of us have internalized the idea that a “good” woman doesn’t make her private life public.

the best people in life are free.

here’s the thing: internalized misogyny is sneaky. it’s that voice inside that tells women to play nice, to not air their dirty laundry, to keep their emotions under wraps. so when taylor swift takes a bad breakup and turns it into a number-one hit, some women cringe. not because there’s anything wrong with what she’s doing, but because they’ve been taught women aren’t supposed to do that. they’re not supposed to make a scene.

and let’s be real, taylor is making a scene – a glorious, chart-topping, grammy-winning scene. but for some women, that scene breaks all the rules they’ve been taught to follow, and instead of questioning the rules (or their beliefs), they question her.

women love hunting witches, too.

this isn’t anything new. women have a long history of persecuting other women for doing things they aren’t bold or brave enough to do. taylor swift doesn’t just get flak for writing about her exes – she gets flak for having exes in the first place. the narrative goes something like this: if a woman has too many relationships, she’s somehow less. less respectable, less desirable, less everything. it’s a twisted, outdated idea that a woman’s worth is tied to her romantic history.

and who’s dishing out this judgment? often, it’s other women. it’s a textbook case of internalized misogyny – women absorbing the same toxic messages that have been used to control them for generations and then turning those messages on each other.

people throw rocks at things that shine.

here’s the kicker: in all the criticism taylor faces, how often do we talk about the guys she’s writing about? not much. instead, the spotlight stays on her, as if her reaction to their behavior is the real problem. the guy could have been a jerk, a cheater, or just plain absent, but somehow, it’s taylor’s response that gets all the attention.

this is classic internalized misogyny at work – shifting the focus from a man’s bad behavior to a woman’s emotional response. it’s a tale as old as time: blame the woman, excuse the man. and when other women buy into this narrative, they’re reinforcing a system that’s been holding them down for centuries.

i could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me.

so, what’s taylor swift really doing when she writes about her exes? she’s owning her narrative. she’s refusing to be silenced, to be shamed, or to play by anyone else’s rules. she’s turning her personal experiences into art that resonates with millions, and in doing so, she’s challenging the very norms that some women have internalized.

i don’t regret it one bit cuz he had it coming.

next time you hear someone say taylor swift should stop writing about her exes, take a second to think about where that’s coming from. is it really about her music? or is it about something deeper, something that’s been ingrained in us without us even realizing it?

internalized misogyny is a powerful thing. but the more we talk about it, the less power it has. and maybe, just maybe, we can start giving women the space to tell their stories – no matter how messy, emotional, or public they might be. because if there’s one thing taylor swift has taught us, it’s that there’s nothing more powerful than owning your story, no matter what anyone else thinks.

now, to the women rolling their eyes at taylor’s lyrics and turning up their noses at her success: it’s laughable, really. imagine getting mad at a woman for making millions off emotional labor while half the world suffers in silence. ladies, where is your business acumen? taylor’s out here signing record deals with her tear-stained stationery, while you’re busy clutching pearls over things you wish you had the guts to say yourself.

must be something in the water.

recently i’ve received a few unhinged messages from men of my past. i typically find this somewhat entertaining, but i’m noticing that i’m less and less interested in these trauma dumps. sure, everything is copy, but i might be past the age of doing things for the story.

anyway, my husband and i were laughing about this because they all live in the same east coast town. are you guys okay out there?

all that i am.

i owe you an apology. dear one reader that i have, i’m sorry for my lack of blogs. i’ve been self-absorbed and so wrapped up in my own head that i haven’t shared any of my (so totally awesome) thoughts with you. for that, i’m so sincerely sorry. you’re better for it though. trust.

he (it’s proverbial. or maybe not? in any case, i don’t reveal identities) said i’m like a hurricane. and to never be less than i am.

i guess it’s not the worst thing to be compared to a force of nature. but i immediately took offense to the comparison. hurricanes have a bad rep! i mean, who gets excited about a hurricane?! it’s something you dread, fear, and hope will pass quickly. why couldn’t he say i was a rainbow? everybody loves rainbows! they’re pretty and cheery and brighten your day. always.

upon some reflection (read: i couldn’t sleep after he said it), i realized…it’s true. i am a bit of a hurricane. please see the following evidence.

exhibit a: i have no concept of moderation. with anything.
exhibit b: i do tend to tear through things (read: boys, clothing, and the like)
exhibit c: i can be a bit of a nightmare. on a bad day.

it’s no secret that i want to be the girl in the song. so perhaps this time he was referring to neil young?

‘You are like a hurricane
There’s calm in your eye.
And I’m gettin’ blown away
To somewhere safer
where the feeling stays.
I want to love you but
I’m getting blown away.

I am just a dreamer,
but you are just a dream,
You could have been
anyone to me.’

it’s a nice thought, isn’t it? instead of my original one of being hated and dreaded. sometimes it’s all in your perspective…that’s what i’ve learned in this last month. sometimes, you just need to take a step back – get away from the negative thoughts and put a positive spin on things. easier said (typed) than done. but i’m trying. and i’m a work in progress. and if i’m being 100% honest, he’s more citizen cope than neil young anyway…

‘I will carry you through the hurricane waters
And I’ll remember you in the blue skies

Something happens when
You’re caught searching for an answer
When you’re stuck in the middle
Of a place that you don’t belong
When you start to lose sight of what’s right and wrong
When we started it was innocent
‘Cause when we started it was innocent’

so, while i’m typically the one that’s right. he wins here.

i am. a true force of nature.

and maybe, just maybe… someday there will be a boy who will think of me like john green describes:

“I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep… sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage… I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.”