Today would have been Grandma's 91st birthday. She was supposed to have nine more years -- she was supposed to live to be 100. That's what I always had planned for. But she died at 89, fighting her way to the grave, relentlessly arguing with the unforgiving bright white light that took her away from me.
Over the course of the weekend, I start feeling - not great. I'll just put it out there. I get constipated. I'm feeling weird, like you know how your stomach gets tight, you're walking around full because all that food is on your lungs? Then I decide l can't take it anymore and what does my dumb 22-year-old self do? I give myself an enema.
As it turns out, there is so much more to Taylor Swift than the overplayed chart-toppers that she is known for. Instead of shaming her for musically trashing her exes, we should instead look at the unacknowledged heroes of her albums. Swift's songs cover misfortunes that every young woman can relate to.