Swifties
Pop Princess Takes Seattle
70,000 females fill football stadium at $1500 and up per ticket as glittery-eyed psychotics roam the streets
Will deliverance arise from the outstretched hand of Taylor Swift?
Picking glitter off the carpet of the Ace Hotel in Seattle in the dog days of August is the reward I get for leaving home and venturing into the great beyond. Every year, at around this time, I descend from my farmstead in order to report on what remains of the America I once loved, and still have strong feelings for, despite the bitter taste of ashes in my mouth. “They’re Taylor Swift fans,” the woman cleaning the floor beside me helpfully explains. “They’re very nice, but they leave glitter everywhere.” Taylor Swift seems like the least of Seattle’s problems, though. It’s not that city people are rude by nature, as I explained recently to one of my neighbors. It’s that the math is different, when basic social interactions like stopping to say “hello” or give directions might bring you face-to-face with a being whose psychotic pain-ridden inner landscape hopefully does not resemble anything that is familiar to you. The chance for effective communication under such circumstances …