I’m not a fan of Taylor Swift.  That said, I’m not not a fan a Taylor Swift either.

Like many of us, I know of her, I’ve heard her music, probably bopped around in the car to one of her tunes if I thought nobody was watching.  So outside of Swifties and Swift-haters, I fall in the middle of the spectrum with respect to the pop megastar, and I hope I haven’t offended with the word pop, since she kind of straddled the country/pop line for a bit there at the beginning.

I love my kids, and I feel they love me too.  But if that love were to be dependant upon me lining up for weeks or moving heaven and earth to get tickets for Taylor’s shows in Toronto, I fear, then, that the love of child to father might be in trouble.  Fortunately for me, my children haven’t insisted upon that being included in the father-child contract, and I hope I haven’t given them any ideas for the next round of negotiations.  Luckily for me again, I don’t think my kids read my stuff.

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