Need To Go Back to Not Knowing Who Matty Healy Is
The Friday Post.
This is not what the line “karma is my boyfriend” was supposed to mean: We are in week three of the Taylor Swift-Matty Healy romance, week three of me knowing who Matty Healy is, and coincidentally week three of Tree Paine’s migraine. Taylor Swift’s industrious publicist has her work cut out for her: Healy seems to have been created in a lab to skulk around and court controversy. I am nostalgic for the time when he was just the random white boy kissing people on stage, and I did not care to learn more about him so I didn’t.
On a podcast, Healy mocked Ice Spice and said he enjoyed watching porn in which black women were brutalized. Onstage, he’s done a Nazi salute and eaten raw meat. He is just kind of a loser edgelord? Am I getting that right? I never took Joe Alwyn for granted, despite him having the charisma of a laser printer, but damn…
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