Sami’s Blog: Taylor Swift

We are all just living in Taylor Swift’s world. I am so intrigued at the obsession millions of fans have with the 34-year-old singer. My daughter turns 13 in a fortnight, and she is a hard-core Taylor fan, known as a Swiftie.

I am talking about the fact my daughter listens solely to music performed by Taylor; the only thing my girl looks at on the internet is Taylor; the only thing she really wants to talk about is Taylor. Avalon sleeps in Taylor pyjamas and makes TS friendship bracelets during all hours of the night and day.

When I was a teenager (insert the dinosaur jokes) I was crushing hard on Wa Wa Nee (sounds like an injury), Bananarama, Wham! The Cure, Dolly Parton, and Nirvana. I loved all sorts of music and all sorts of artists. I would tear out posters from my Smash Hits magazine each month and stick them on my bedroom walls. My favourite cassette mix tape was one I made by recording Take 40 Australia, hosted by Barry Bisell, and had Come On Eileen and Careless Whisper on it. I played the field with my eclectic music taste. Not so much my daughter. There is only one for her and it is the mighty Taylor Swift. The cat-loving American is a self-made world-wide phenomenon and has entered her billionaire era. Her star factor is out of this world and is arguably bigger than The Beatles or Elvis Presley. I think this country singer and song writer turned pop super star and most famous woman in the world is wonderful. I am glad my daughter has chosen such a talented trail blazer to look up to.

The singer has dozens of hits with clever and sassy lyrics and her fans love her vulnerability. She sets an example of prioritising time with friends and currently she is dating some good-looking guy who plays American football in the unfortunately titled position of ‘tight end’.

So, yes we are lucky enough to be going to the actual Taylor Swift concert. I am losing sleep over what a middle-aged mum wears to the hottest gig in the country. I guess if in doubt Mum jeans are a trusty fallback. I reckon Taylor would approve. But more importantly, I am savouring every week of the countdown and excitement of going to the concert with my precious daughter as I know one day soon, I will not be cool enough to warrant an invite to social gatherings. For one special night I will hold my girl’s hand and pretend we are both 13 as we dance the night away. We really are all living in Taylor’s world.