I hate Kanye and Taylor, still

My rental copies of True Blood were two weeks late, so I went to the video store to return them before I was forced to keep them. Asshole Blockbuster already charged my credit card the replacement value, but I could return them and only be charged two bucks and change for "restocking." I guess that's fair.

But this is all beside the point. The point of the story is that while the cashier lady was checking in the videos, that stupid Taylor Swift song started playing, and she started singing it while verifying my videos were in their proper containers.

She's a grown-ass woman, probably in her late 20s, and she's singing me teeny-pop songs while she should be doing her job. Don't get me wrong, I believe in listening to bad music at work, but IRONICALLY, people. Don't sing the really bad stuff to customers!

There are just so many things that I hate about that song, and I wouldn't have known anything about it if not for Kanye West. Despite being a freakin' boring artist and the worst rapper since Mase, he interrupted a pretty white girl and catapulted her into a stardom that her screechy, practically non-existent singing voice did not deserve.

My lady-friend has a litany of hate-speech for Taylor, most of which centers on the fact that the song is clearly a lie. I mean, really, she's wearing sneakers and sitting on the bleachers? Realsies? She is pretty obviously the head cheerleader type.

As for Kanye's comments, he's right from a certain perspective. I mean, yes, Beyonce's video was one of the best of all time. But, only if your single criteria for quality was "Which video most fulfills my need to masturbate to smokin' hot black women while my internet connection is down?"

I know I'm late to this hate-party, but the fact that I still have to live in this pop-country hell is testament to the fact that there is still more to say. I'm just glad I got the videos in on time, that they don't belong to me, as it were.

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