The narrative around Taylor Swift's wedding makes me sad
Whether or not you're a fan of Taylor or Travis, the media has been saturated with wedding news this week, and I've seen a million iterations of the same comments from women:
"She finally found love!"
"True love DOES exist!"
"There's still hope for me!"
It's 2026. The fact that we're still elevating being a bride as the pinnacle of female existence is just....sad. Taylor Swift, love her or hate her, has achieved a lot in her life, and yet it's this, this being "chosen," that's been hailed as her finally "making it."
I'm not even hating on marriage--there are lots of reasons a person might choose to do that, and no doubt there are plenty of marriages that are healthy and fulfilling. But thats not the conversation we're having. It's not about commitment, it's about being picked. Taylor's a princess in a tower who got saved from her singleness by a dashing football player. It's a fantasy based on capitalistic and misogynistic agendas, and I can't believe we're still buying it.