Like a lot of people, I’ve been a Taylor Swift fan since elementary school. Her lyrics spoke to me and put into words what I couldn’t. I became known as “The Swiftie” by my friends and family, and I didn’t mind it because I was passionate about her music and enjoyed her as a person. I evil laughed with her on Reputation, cried with her on Red, danced to 1989, and grounded myself with Folklore and Evermore.

But lately, things have changed… I have been less than eager to defend her against criticism (a lot of which is frankly warranted e.g. dating a white supremacist). Last night was probably my villain arc. Seeing her sweep the Grammys in a single night over albums I have put on repeat over the past year, like SOS, the record, DYKTTATUOB, among others pissed me off. Midnights had some good tunes, but critically and musically does not live up to any of its contenders. It opened my eyes to how overhyped she has become, how she has prioritized profit over music and genuine art over the last few years.

In short, I’m getting Taylor Swift fatigue and I feel slightly guilty about it. It comes with its own identity crisis. I went to Eras and had the time of my life, she put on a great show and I can see how hard she works, but I liked her better when everyone hated her. Maybe I got her to where she needs to be now and it’s time for me to be another casual listener.