A Taylor Swift concert is the rare opportunity for a male to look into the other team’s playbook; the chance to collect data as to why women put themselves through the hell of “dressing up.” It has nothing to do with men, or to catch the eye of potential suitors.
Never again believe the woman that whines about dressing up. This is by choice, and fear. I have seen the light.
The hair, the makeup, the expensive shoes, the painful outfits, the ‘do ... none of it is to impress other men. It is all to impress the most fierce jury God ever created - women judging other women.
On Saturday night at Jerry World, I was approximately one of 45 males to attend the biggest concert of 2015 - Taylor Swift’s 1989 Tour, which is printing money so fast it cannot possibly count it all.
* FULL DISCLOSURE: I did not come alone, which would have been beyond pathetic. I brought my 6-year-old daughter. I am man enough to admit two things - when I am right, and that this concert was a fantastic, quintessential pop show full of sensory delight from an entertainer in her prime.
The irony of the evening is that Swift’s message is to accept ourselves and to be nice to each other, and yet her fan base is comprised of so many that are absolutely savage to one another in fear of how they are viewed. Men are boobs, we like boobs, but hell hath no fury like a woman judging another woman.
The TSwift show should be the ultimate girls’ night out - a slumber party where no one has to worry about what the other is wearing. It was the opposite. This is the ultimate selfie show.
Little girls dressed up like they were in high school. High schoolers dressed like they were 21. College girls dressed like, well, college girls on Thursday night. Just-out-of college girls dressed for the Friday night club, post Happy Hour. Cougars were dressed like any other week night.
I don’t get it.
If this concert had a male equivalent - say an evening of watching college football - attire would have been second-to-last on the to-do list to shaving.
The only ones that dressed like Taylor wanted us to dress were the dudes - relaxed, and ready to be entertained by the hottest performer that puts on the type of show that makes the ticket-paying customer feel they got their money’s worth.
I am a mountain of masculinity, but I am an out of the closet Swifty - she is greatness, and secondly only to Katy Perry for two reasons (take a guess). Singing Swift’s “Shake It Off”, in key, with my daughter is not something I will soon forget.
I am obviously married, but single men do yourself a favor and go to a Taylor Swift concert. You will need to find a prop (i.e. preferably a niece or god child), but this is like taking a puppy to a dog park. Virtually no effort is required.
Swift, however, does bring the effort in her 16-song set show that covers all of her hits from the wildly successful 1989 album - click here for a wonderful review by the Star-Telegram’s Preston Jones. Swift’s show is everything you want from an entertainer - she tries, she obviously cares, she brings energy, and she performs. No one in attendance at JerryWorld left disappointed.
She changes outfits, instruments and songs seamlessly in a two-hour show that features everything a Swift fan wants - all of her best-selling hits from her relatively small pop catalog, she talks about cats, and just how much she has learned in life. She plays the hits as well as she plays the crowd, specifically how much she loves Texas.
She also brought out Ellie Goulding to perform her hit, “Love Me Like You Do.”
Swift is a pop star, but unlike some of her counterparts she does have chops and considerable musical talent. Swift also uses her stage to impart messages of kindness, acceptance and friendship that while corny are not wrong.
During the show she stressed to the audience to just be themselves, at which the more than 60,000 all screamed in joyful agreement. It is a shame that so many here cannot follow the basic, yet sage, advice.
All paternal judgment of this needless judgment aside, it’s a great show.