Back in the day, in a time before time, young girls swooned over heartthrob male entertainers. They formed cults to Frank Sinatra, Elvis Presley and the Beatles. They professed undying love to the objects of their adolescent lust, but eventually outgrew their infatuations. It has something to do with putting away the toys of childhood.
I believe Ms Swift to be in a Rock Hudsonish position. Guess when she comes out it will be kind of interesting for someone somewhere.
More importantly, my sister adopted a Chinese orphan some years back. Of course she was like most young people and very quick to pick up on her new language. She enjoyed co-reading My Secret Garden. I asked what singers she liked and so it was to Taylor Swift’s lyrics we went.
I haven’t children and have no experience of the school girl’s world. I was not happy about reading the lyric’s aloud and then discussing meaning. My new niece was bright and enthusiastic about life, an eager child. Swift’s writings were such that my Macy was going to be a pretty mean little bitch is she took them to heart.
For a very long time, I was a woman silly enough to think that the ideal woman for a man was one who did not need or want to depend upon him for her welfare; a strong, self-sufficient, independent woman. What I wanted to be was a devoted and stalwart supporter of my husband, equal to but not in competition with him. Behind him, encouraging him and helping him reach whatever goal he was motivated to attain. So, what happened? I made that man feel unneeded, all the while feeling virtuous, but short-changed in my independence. I was too self-sufficient, too independent, and because I believed I was contributing equally I expected him to satisfy my need for recognition and accolades. Neither of us getting what we needed. I'm a wiser woman, now, but the wisdom has come too late, and there are no do-overs at this point in time.
I believe Ms Swift to be in a Rock Hudsonish position. Guess when she comes out it will be kind of interesting for someone somewhere.
More importantly, my sister adopted a Chinese orphan some years back. Of course she was like most young people and very quick to pick up on her new language. She enjoyed co-reading My Secret Garden. I asked what singers she liked and so it was to Taylor Swift’s lyrics we went.
I haven’t children and have no experience of the school girl’s world. I was not happy about reading the lyric’s aloud and then discussing meaning. My new niece was bright and enthusiastic about life, an eager child. Swift’s writings were such that my Macy was going to be a pretty mean little bitch is she took them to heart.
For a very long time, I was a woman silly enough to think that the ideal woman for a man was one who did not need or want to depend upon him for her welfare; a strong, self-sufficient, independent woman. What I wanted to be was a devoted and stalwart supporter of my husband, equal to but not in competition with him. Behind him, encouraging him and helping him reach whatever goal he was motivated to attain. So, what happened? I made that man feel unneeded, all the while feeling virtuous, but short-changed in my independence. I was too self-sufficient, too independent, and because I believed I was contributing equally I expected him to satisfy my need for recognition and accolades. Neither of us getting what we needed. I'm a wiser woman, now, but the wisdom has come too late, and there are no do-overs at this point in time.