I Didn’t Think I Had More Thoughts About 'folklore' But Turns Out I Do

“In my defense, I have none!”

Never in my life did I think I would write not just one, not just two, but three posts about Taylor Swift. But folklore is what happens when you’re making other plans! Screenshot: YouTube.

Somewhere between August of 1994, when I was born, and July of the panDemi Moore, I became a Taylor Swift fan. I say this begrudgingly, because I am petty and loyal to my grudges (especially this one, because I was a Barb in a previous life, and by “previous life” I mean high school). folklore snuck onto my playlists as one of my favorite albums of 2020. The song “seven,” specifically, has been a constant source of joy for me: I actually have been meaning to tell you that I think your house is haunted, maybe it’s because your daddy keeps throwing those damn tantrums. Ditto Swift screaming “I get sad!” on her Haim collab — a lyric has not spoken to me so personally, so viscerally since Megan Thee Stallion said, plainly, “I need me an Al Pacino.” You know I do!

Lately, though, my thoughts have shifted t…