I walked to Georgetown today for a new pair of running shoes. Actually, I had bought the shoes yesterday but they were a size too big, so I went to exchange them. It’s a considerable walk from my dorm in Foggy Bottom to Georgetown Running Company, which is on the western side of town. I was content to walk alone, listening to The Sound of Music soundtrack and feel generally content with my state of being.
I traded my shoes and spent an hour and a half ducking in and out of stores on M Street, still feeling swell – now with brand new Brooks Ghost 6′s on my feet. (They’re gorgeous, by the way. Brooks really outdid themselves on this model.) Slowly though, a slight feeling of melancholy started to overtake me. I can’t say what triggered it, though I suspect it might have just been hunger and dehydration. Regardless, I started walking back to my dorm with the heavier-growing burden of whatever gross monster of a mood was about to eat my heart.
Then I passed a little bookshop with new releases on display on tables out front. I was intrigued by a biography of JFK, so I stopped. After flipping through it and deciding against it, I climbed the shop’s steps and pushed its heavy door forward.






feminist taylor swift
Have you heard of Feminist Taylor Swift yet? The account, which makes feminist jokes out of Taylor Swift lyrics, published its first tweet on Wednesday and since then its following has skyrocketed.
You all know I love Taylor, but I’ve always had my gripes with her from a feminist standpoint. Yes, she’s created a wealth of prosperity from her creativity, and yes, she gives a voice to a lot of the feelings teenage girls go through, (huge but coming) BUT I find it troubling how heavily the plot lines in her songs rely on conventional gender roles in relationships: girls who pine after boys, girls whose lives are destroyed by boys — not to mention the blatant Madonna/whore dichotomy in the “You Belong With Me” music video.
Whoever it is running the Feminist Taylor Swift twitter account is clearly tuned into those same frustrations, and they’re able to express them in a much more hilarious way than I ever could. It’s a really palatable way to critique cultural norms from a feminist perspective. I do wish it were possible to do so without attacking one person in particular, but I think there’s a distinction between Taylor Swift the person and Taylor Swift the icon. The icon is the figure with the power to reinforce or dictate social norms for an impressionable audience of pre-teens and teens. That’s what this account is calling attention to, and it’s doing a great job.
Follow them.