The dying eggs have taken over!
What are we to make of TAYLOR SWIFT's latest album, The Life of a Showgirl? The best way is to take a few steps back and take it in its essentials, namely a major pop star, entering the 'post-35 fertility desert,' after nearly two decades of "putting her career first" and being 'dicked around' by Limey chads, has released an embarrassingly self-indulgent and broody 12th album that appears to be aimed at her 13th boyfriend and fiancé, an American beta male, whom she is attempting to cajole into marriage in a desperate attempt to "get with child" and join the 'pudding club.'"
Yes, all art is autobiographical on some level, and The Life of a Showgirl is a more blatant example of this truism, although this seems par-for-the-course for Swift. Her previous album, the tediously verbose Tortured Poets Department was regarded by many critics as a "break-up album" and a shameless attempt to air dirty laundry in public.
The first song on the Showgirl, "The Fate of Ophelia" gives the game away. It is an embarrassingly sickly-sweet, gushy song about being "saved" by her latest beau, Travis Kelce, which will be even more embarrassing if he ends up dumping her. Meanwhile, all the other songs on the album subtly reinforce the idea of "settling down" with Travis into a life of "domestic bliss."
On "Wi$h Li$t," Swift clingingly croons:
"I just want you, huh, Have a couple kids, got the whole block looking like you, We tell the world to leave us thе fuck alone, and they do, wow, Got me drеaming 'bout a driveway with a basketball hoop"
It is not yet clear how Travis, who is merely an American football player, feels about his prospective marriage partner installing a basketball hoop in their matrimonial home, as this is a device which, in American culture, is generally thought to "invite" the presence of large unruly, black men.
Whatever the exact story behind each and every lyric, an album this 'clucky' can only be explained by Taylor's ever-ticking biological clock. According to the American College of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists, a woman's fertility essentially drops off a cliff at the age of 35, which just happens to be the exact age that Swift as reached. Coincidence? I think not.
Grade C
Grade C
Colin Liddell
19th October, 2025
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