Some Things Change, Some Things Make Me Angry

When I was in early high school, I disliked country music—among other things, I disliked how hick-ish my high school was, and felt that country music exemplified this problem. Every semseter, we had a spirit week including a "Dress Like a Farmer" day. Most people didn't have to change that much. But I digress.

My junior year of high school, we moved to a new building which was no longer in walking distance from my house, and though I had a license, I had no car, so I started riding the bus. The driver liked country music, so that's what we listened to. Throughout the year, I learned to deal with it. I accepted, but did not like country music. This continued through much of college.

My junior year of college, however, my roommate talked me into going line dancing with him at a club called "The Dusty Armadillo." Not wanting to be a stick-in-the-mud, I danced. Dancing, I learned to love the music. That isn't to say I loved all country music, or all the time, but when I recognized a song I knew I could dance to, a new thrill shot through me. Thus I began to like country music.

Since graduation, I have moved home, and during my frequent visits to the Chiropractor (another story, for those who do not already know), I typically listen to one of our local country stations. Today was one such day. And now the reason for my writing: "Love Story" by Taylor Swift is a terrible song in every way, shape, and form.

I hate the music, I hate the lyrics, I hate the story the lyrics and music come together to tell. And not just because I feel that Mercutio should have been the hero of the play, because it completely ignores the actual plot of the story! Don't mention Romeo and Juliet if you're going to have a happy ending, Miss Swift! No! I had thought there was no way it was as bad as I thought it was, so I forced myself to listen to the whole thing.

It was worse.