Itās not until I get to the end of the album that it hits me. This is the first time ever I havenāt heard Taylor Swift wonder if sheās enough. Not on a single song. Sheās not dreaming of running away, hatching escape plans or making herself small. Twisting herself into knots, worried about being seen not as something shiny and new but as a woman, when the lights go down. She isnāt worried about news cycles or legacy or ageing out. She knows who she is ā the motherfucking showgirl. And thereāll never be another like her. Besides, sheās not going anywhere.
An extract from my review of The Life of A Showgirl that I'm really fucking proud of and hope you all read and share with every Taylor fan in your life x
















