Travis and Taylor

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I just read that Travis and his ex still share custody of their dogs.

This will be interesting…😏

The dogs don’t stay with Travis when it is his “turn”. Custody of dogs always seemed really strange to me whoever is doing it, seems like she is keeping up the charade to stay in touch with TK.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I like Taylor and Travis and don't think it's weird they don't make out on camera.

However, I really dislike that photo of her kissing his cheek. Like I had a viscerally negative reaction to it. It is VERY "high school cheerleader kissing the star player after the homecoming game." I mean she is even dressed like a high school cheerleader, with a pleated mini skirt and everything. But she's a 33 year old super successful billionaire who is way more powerful and famous than her boyfriend. I don't know, I just didn't like it. Glad she's happy but the "footballers wives" vibe of the photo just feels beneath her to me. She's not a groupie.

But it's one photo, it's not a reflection of either of them as people or their relationship. I didn't like it but it's actually dumb I'm even looking at a photo of these people and dissecting it to this degree (I can admit it!) so whatever.

Swifties are so weird. Why can't Taylor be a groupie if she wants? What is with all this judgment of WAGs? Aren't WAGs women too? The way women claim to be feminists and yet judge and not support each other is always puzzling.

[Anonymous]

It's interesting to see people so vested in him being a "dumbbell" and an "idiot" and "low class." He is universally well-liked in football and considered one of the nicest players. He runs a nonprofit benefiting underprivileged kids in Kansas City and Cleveland. No one (other than you all) has anything negative to say about him because he's so nice and never has a bad day.

I guess I'd rather be nice and doing some good out there than some intellectual snob. She's drawn to him because he's a nice person.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:It's interesting to see people so vested in him being a "dumbbell" and an "idiot" and "low class." He is universally well-liked in football and considered one of the nicest players. He runs a nonprofit benefiting underprivileged kids in Kansas City and Cleveland. No one (other than you all) has anything negative to say about him because he's so nice and never has a bad day.

I guess I'd rather be nice and doing some good out there than some intellectual snob. She's drawn to him because he's a nice person.

Anyone who knows anything about sports knows that in order to make it to the NFL, you have to be of above average intelligence, if not outright brilliant. Every single person on that field. They may not act the way that people on this board typically think of smart people acting, but that's a different question. They have to remember complex plays, have a deep understanding of strategy, not to mention have the executive function to capitalize on genetic gifts to perform physical feats that almost no one else on earth can perform. Travis Kelce is at least as smart as Tom Hiddleston, Joe Whoever, that Jonas brother, etc. Guaranteed.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:It's interesting to see people so vested in him being a "dumbbell" and an "idiot" and "low class." He is universally well-liked in football and considered one of the nicest players. He runs a nonprofit benefiting underprivileged kids in Kansas City and Cleveland. No one (other than you all) has anything negative to say about him because he's so nice and never has a bad day.

I guess I'd rather be nice and doing some good out there than some intellectual snob. She's drawn to him because he's a nice person.

What’s with people having eyes and ears and assessing a person’s intellect and caste? People including you do that literally all day long, literally every day. And Travis he admitted publicly he is stupid and has failed classes.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I like Taylor and Travis and don't think it's weird they don't make out on camera.

However, I really dislike that photo of her kissing his cheek. Like I had a viscerally negative reaction to it. It is VERY "high school cheerleader kissing the star player after the homecoming game." I mean she is even dressed like a high school cheerleader, with a pleated mini skirt and everything. But she's a 33 year old super successful billionaire who is way more powerful and famous than her boyfriend. I don't know, I just didn't like it. Glad she's happy but the "footballers wives" vibe of the photo just feels beneath her to me. She's not a groupie.

But it's one photo, it's not a reflection of either of them as people or their relationship. I didn't like it but it's actually dumb I'm even looking at a photo of these people and dissecting it to this degree (I can admit it!) so whatever.

Nobody said “make out,” we said a kiss on the lips. Which is something all athletes do with their girlfriend or wife after a big game or win; from football to golf to F1 and NASCAR. It is very sketchy their only kiss is a posed peck on his cheek. Humiliating!

[Anonymous]

The prologue from 1989 Taylor's Version (sorry, Gaylor stans):

When I was 24 I sat in a backstage dressing room in london, buzzing with anticipation. My backup singers and bandmates gathered around me in a scattered circle. Scissors emerged and I watched in the mirror as my locks of long curly hair fell in piles on the floor. There I was in my plaid button down shirt, grinning sheepishly as my tour mates and friends cheered on my haircut. This simple thing that everyone does. But I had a secret. For me. It was more than a change of hairstyle. When I was 24. I decided to completely reinvent myself.

How does a person reinvent herself, you ask? In any way I could think of. Musically, geographically, aesthetically, behaviorally, motivationally. And I did so joyfully. The curiosity I had felt the first murmurs of while making red had amplified into a pulsing heartbeat of restlessness in my bars. The risks I took when I toyed with pop sounds and sensibilities on red? I wanted to push it further. The sense of freedom I felt when traveling to big bustling cities? I wanted to live in one. The voices that had begun to shame me in new ways for dating like a normal young woman? I wanted to silence them.

You see - in the years preceding this, I had become the target of slut shaming - the intensity and relentlessness of which would be criticized and called out if it happened today. The jokes about my amount of boyfriends. The trivialization of my songwriting as if it were a predatory act of a boy crazy psychopath. The media co-signing of this narrative. I had to make it stop because it was starting to really hurt.

It became clear to me that for me there was no such thing as casual dating, or even having a male friend who you platonically hang out with. If I was seen with him, it was assumed I was sleeping with him. And so I swore off hanging out with guys, dating, flirting, or anything that could be weaponized against me by a culture that claimed to believe in liberating women but consistently treated me with the harsh moral codes of the victorian era.

Being a consummate optimist, I assumed I could fix this if I simply changed my behavior. I swore off dating and decided to focus only on myself, my music, my growth. And my female friendships. If I only hung out with my female friends, people couldn't sensationalize or sexualize that-right? I would learn later on that people could and people would.

But none of that mattered then because I had a plan and I had a demeanor as trusting as a basket of golden retriever puppies. I had the keys to my own apartment in new york and I had new melodies bursting from my imagination. I had max martin and shellback who were happy to help me explore this new sonic landscape I was enamored with. I had a new friend named jack antonoff who had made some cool tracks in his apartment. I had the idea that the album would be called 1989. And we would reference big 80's synths and write sky high choruses. I had sublime, inexplicable faith and I ran right toward it, in high heels and a crop top.

There was so much that I didn't know then, and looking back I see what a good thing that was. This time of my life was marked by right kind of naiveté, a hunger for adventure. And a sense of freedom I hadn't tasted before. It turns out that the cocktail of naivete, hunger for adventure and freedom can lead to some nasty hangovers, metaphorically speaking. Of course everyone had something to say. But they always will. I learned lessons, paid prices, and tried to…don't say it don't say it. I'm sorry, I have to say it. Shake it off.

I’ll always be so incredibly grateful for how you loved and embraced this album. You, who followed my zig zag creative choices and cheered on my risks and experiments. You, who heard the wink and humor in "blank space" and maybe even empathized with the pain behind the satire. You, who saw the seeds of allyship and advocating for equality in "welcome to new york". You, who knew that maybe a girl who surrounds herself with female friends in adulthood is making up for a lack of them in childhood (not starting a tyrannical hot girl cult). You, who saw that I reinvent myself for a million reasons, and that one of them is to try my very best to entertain you. You, who have had the grace to allow me the freedom to change.

I was born in 1989. Reinvented for the first time in 2014, and a part of me was reclaimed in 2023 with the re-release of this album I love so dearly.

Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine the magic you would sprinkle on my life for so long. This moment is a reflection of the woods we've wandered through and all this love between us still glowing in the darkest dark.

I present to you, with gratitude and wild wonder, my version of 1989.

It's been waiting for you.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:It's interesting to see people so vested in him being a "dumbbell" and an "idiot" and "low class." He is universally well-liked in football and considered one of the nicest players. He runs a nonprofit benefiting underprivileged kids in Kansas City and Cleveland. No one (other than you all) has anything negative to say about him because he's so nice and never has a bad day.

I guess I'd rather be nice and doing some good out there than some intellectual snob. She's drawn to him because he's a nice person.

What’s with people having eyes and ears and assessing a person’s intellect and caste? People including you do that literally all day long, literally every day. And Travis he admitted publicly he is stupid and has failed classes.

Where did he publicly say he was stupid? He failed classes. Guess what so did my DH and he is making bank in his corporate job!

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I just read that Travis and his ex still share custody of their dogs.

This will be interesting…😏

The dogs don’t stay with Travis when it is his “turn”. Custody of dogs always seemed really strange to me whoever is doing it, seems like she is keeping up the charade to stay in touch with TK.

Bingo! I'm sure his phone is blown up with pictures of their fur babies :/

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:It's interesting to see people so vested in him being a "dumbbell" and an "idiot" and "low class." He is universally well-liked in football and considered one of the nicest players. He runs a nonprofit benefiting underprivileged kids in Kansas City and Cleveland. No one (other than you all) has anything negative to say about him because he's so nice and never has a bad day.

I guess I'd rather be nice and doing some good out there than some intellectual snob. She's drawn to him because he's a nice person.

What’s with people having eyes and ears and assessing a person’s intellect and caste? People including you do that literally all day long, literally every day. And Travis he admitted publicly he is stupid and has failed classes.

Where did he publicly say he was stupid? He failed classes. Guess what so did my DH and he is making bank in his corporate job!

+2 Failing classes doesn't mean you're stupid. What kind of intelligence do you have that you can't recognize that??

[Anonymous]

I don't think TK is stupid, but why are people acting like TS is some paragon of intellectual superiority? I like Taylor, and she's a brilliant businesswoman, but I don't get any sense that she is any more (or less) "book smart" than he is.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:The prologue from 1989 Taylor's Version (sorry, Gaylor stans):

When I was 24 I sat in a backstage dressing room in london, buzzing with anticipation. My backup singers and bandmates gathered around me in a scattered circle. Scissors emerged and I watched in the mirror as my locks of long curly hair fell in piles on the floor. There I was in my plaid button down shirt, grinning sheepishly as my tour mates and friends cheered on my haircut. This simple thing that everyone does. But I had a secret. For me. It was more than a change of hairstyle. When I was 24. I decided to completely reinvent myself.

How does a person reinvent herself, you ask? In any way I could think of. Musically, geographically, aesthetically, behaviorally, motivationally. And I did so joyfully. The curiosity I had felt the first murmurs of while making red had amplified into a pulsing heartbeat of restlessness in my bars. The risks I took when I toyed with pop sounds and sensibilities on red? I wanted to push it further. The sense of freedom I felt when traveling to big bustling cities? I wanted to live in one. The voices that had begun to shame me in new ways for dating like a normal young woman? I wanted to silence them.

You see - in the years preceding this, I had become the target of slut shaming - the intensity and relentlessness of which would be criticized and called out if it happened today. The jokes about my amount of boyfriends. The trivialization of my songwriting as if it were a predatory act of a boy crazy psychopath. The media co-signing of this narrative. I had to make it stop because it was starting to really hurt.

It became clear to me that for me there was no such thing as casual dating, or even having a male friend who you platonically hang out with. If I was seen with him, it was assumed I was sleeping with him. And so I swore off hanging out with guys, dating, flirting, or anything that could be weaponized against me by a culture that claimed to believe in liberating women but consistently treated me with the harsh moral codes of the victorian era.

Being a consummate optimist, I assumed I could fix this if I simply changed my behavior. I swore off dating and decided to focus only on myself, my music, my growth. And my female friendships. If I only hung out with my female friends, people couldn't sensationalize or sexualize that-right? I would learn later on that people could and people would.

But none of that mattered then because I had a plan and I had a demeanor as trusting as a basket of golden retriever puppies. I had the keys to my own apartment in new york and I had new melodies bursting from my imagination. I had max martin and shellback who were happy to help me explore this new sonic landscape I was enamored with. I had a new friend named jack antonoff who had made some cool tracks in his apartment. I had the idea that the album would be called 1989. And we would reference big 80's synths and write sky high choruses. I had sublime, inexplicable faith and I ran right toward it, in high heels and a crop top.

There was so much that I didn't know then, and looking back I see what a good thing that was. This time of my life was marked by right kind of naiveté, a hunger for adventure. And a sense of freedom I hadn't tasted before. It turns out that the cocktail of naivete, hunger for adventure and freedom can lead to some nasty hangovers, metaphorically speaking. Of course everyone had something to say. But they always will. I learned lessons, paid prices, and tried to…don't say it don't say it. I'm sorry, I have to say it. Shake it off.

I’ll always be so incredibly grateful for how you loved and embraced this album. You, who followed my zig zag creative choices and cheered on my risks and experiments. You, who heard the wink and humor in "blank space" and maybe even empathized with the pain behind the satire. You, who saw the seeds of allyship and advocating for equality in "welcome to new york". You, who knew that maybe a girl who surrounds herself with female friends in adulthood is making up for a lack of them in childhood (not starting a tyrannical hot girl cult). You, who saw that I reinvent myself for a million reasons, and that one of them is to try my very best to entertain you. You, who have had the grace to allow me the freedom to change.

I was born in 1989. Reinvented for the first time in 2014, and a part of me was reclaimed in 2023 with the re-release of this album I love so dearly.

Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine the magic you would sprinkle on my life for so long. This moment is a reflection of the woods we've wandered through and all this love between us still glowing in the darkest dark.

I present to you, with gratitude and wild wonder, my version of 1989.

It's been waiting for you.

I''m SO GLAD she addressed this. My friend had me "so convinced" Taylor was gay recently and then thank goodness, she showed up at that Chiefs game and I came to my senses. The internet is such a dangerous place for conspiracy theories. I just will try to never entertain one ever again.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:It's interesting to see people so vested in him being a "dumbbell" and an "idiot" and "low class." He is universally well-liked in football and considered one of the nicest players. He runs a nonprofit benefiting underprivileged kids in Kansas City and Cleveland. No one (other than you all) has anything negative to say about him because he's so nice and never has a bad day.

I guess I'd rather be nice and doing some good out there than some intellectual snob. She's drawn to him because he's a nice person.

What’s with people having eyes and ears and assessing a person’s intellect and caste? People including you do that literally all day long, literally every day. And Travis he admitted publicly he is stupid and has failed classes.

Being self-effacing is not the same thing. That's him. He didn't get to where he is by being stupid.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:It's interesting to see people so vested in him being a "dumbbell" and an "idiot" and "low class." He is universally well-liked in football and considered one of the nicest players. He runs a nonprofit benefiting underprivileged kids in Kansas City and Cleveland. No one (other than you all) has anything negative to say about him because he's so nice and never has a bad day.

I guess I'd rather be nice and doing some good out there than some intellectual snob. She's drawn to him because he's a nice person.

What’s with people having eyes and ears and assessing a person’s intellect and caste? People including you do that literally all day long, literally every day. And Travis he admitted publicly he is stupid and has failed classes.

Being self-effacing is not the same thing. That's him. He didn't get to where he is by being stupid.

Agree that TK is self-effacing. He has said he doesn't read much because reading is painful for him. I haven't read that he has dyslexia but would not be surprised if he had some sort of reading/phonological learning disability. But many people with dyslexia are intelligent and successful. I personally think he's very intelligent and that he's charismatic, funny, and tries to bring a positive attitude to anything that he does. Those are compelling personality traits.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:The prologue from 1989 Taylor's Version (sorry, Gaylor stans):

When I was 24 I sat in a backstage dressing room in london, buzzing with anticipation. My backup singers and bandmates gathered around me in a scattered circle. Scissors emerged and I watched in the mirror as my locks of long curly hair fell in piles on the floor. There I was in my plaid button down shirt, grinning sheepishly as my tour mates and friends cheered on my haircut. This simple thing that everyone does. But I had a secret. For me. It was more than a change of hairstyle. When I was 24. I decided to completely reinvent myself.

How does a person reinvent herself, you ask? In any way I could think of. Musically, geographically, aesthetically, behaviorally, motivationally. And I did so joyfully. The curiosity I had felt the first murmurs of while making red had amplified into a pulsing heartbeat of restlessness in my bars. The risks I took when I toyed with pop sounds and sensibilities on red? I wanted to push it further. The sense of freedom I felt when traveling to big bustling cities? I wanted to live in one. The voices that had begun to shame me in new ways for dating like a normal young woman? I wanted to silence them.

You see - in the years preceding this, I had become the target of slut shaming - the intensity and relentlessness of which would be criticized and called out if it happened today. The jokes about my amount of boyfriends. The trivialization of my songwriting as if it were a predatory act of a boy crazy psychopath. The media co-signing of this narrative. I had to make it stop because it was starting to really hurt.

It became clear to me that for me there was no such thing as casual dating, or even having a male friend who you platonically hang out with. If I was seen with him, it was assumed I was sleeping with him. And so I swore off hanging out with guys, dating, flirting, or anything that could be weaponized against me by a culture that claimed to believe in liberating women but consistently treated me with the harsh moral codes of the victorian era.

Being a consummate optimist, I assumed I could fix this if I simply changed my behavior. I swore off dating and decided to focus only on myself, my music, my growth. And my female friendships. If I only hung out with my female friends, people couldn't sensationalize or sexualize that-right? I would learn later on that people could and people would.

But none of that mattered then because I had a plan and I had a demeanor as trusting as a basket of golden retriever puppies. I had the keys to my own apartment in new york and I had new melodies bursting from my imagination. I had max martin and shellback who were happy to help me explore this new sonic landscape I was enamored with. I had a new friend named jack antonoff who had made some cool tracks in his apartment. I had the idea that the album would be called 1989. And we would reference big 80's synths and write sky high choruses. I had sublime, inexplicable faith and I ran right toward it, in high heels and a crop top.

There was so much that I didn't know then, and looking back I see what a good thing that was. This time of my life was marked by right kind of naiveté, a hunger for adventure. And a sense of freedom I hadn't tasted before. It turns out that the cocktail of naivete, hunger for adventure and freedom can lead to some nasty hangovers, metaphorically speaking. Of course everyone had something to say. But they always will. I learned lessons, paid prices, and tried to…don't say it don't say it. I'm sorry, I have to say it. Shake it off.

I’ll always be so incredibly grateful for how you loved and embraced this album. You, who followed my zig zag creative choices and cheered on my risks and experiments. You, who heard the wink and humor in "blank space" and maybe even empathized with the pain behind the satire. You, who saw the seeds of allyship and advocating for equality in "welcome to new york". You, who knew that maybe a girl who surrounds herself with female friends in adulthood is making up for a lack of them in childhood (not starting a tyrannical hot girl cult). You, who saw that I reinvent myself for a million reasons, and that one of them is to try my very best to entertain you. You, who have had the grace to allow me the freedom to change.

I was born in 1989. Reinvented for the first time in 2014, and a part of me was reclaimed in 2023 with the re-release of this album I love so dearly.

Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine the magic you would sprinkle on my life for so long. This moment is a reflection of the woods we've wandered through and all this love between us still glowing in the darkest dark.

I present to you, with gratitude and wild wonder, my version of 1989.

It's been waiting for you.

👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽
love this woman’s voice!