When Taylor Swift dubbed the new Tortured Poets Department set of her Eras Tour "Female Rage: The Musical"—a name she apparently plans to trademark—the general response among many fans was something to the effect of, "Why, God? Why must the greatest creative mind of our generation also at times be the cringiest of millennials?"
Personally, I don't really mind the cringe itself all that much—I am nothing if not a baby millennial who would've absolutely retweeted something like "Female Rage: The Musical!" back in 2016. What does bother me, however, is that the millennial pink, #girlboss-ified version of "female rage" we know and cringe at today so glaringly belies the very real, very dark, very insidious force Taylor so artfully captures throughout TTPD. The heartbreak-fueled fury Taylor channels here is not of the "crazy ex-girlfriend" variety she has been accused of weaponizing throughout her career but something much more sinister, primal, and—crucially—self-destructive.
The scorned woman trope that has followed Taylor—and pretty much any woman who writes, sings, or otherwise speaks publicly about heartbreak—from day one paints these unhinged exes as chaotic, vengeful, and out to destroy. They key your car, smash your phone, throw a drink in your face. In the 2014 "Blank Space" music video, Taylor glamorously parodies this female-rage-filled caricature of herself the media so relentlessly clings to, cutting up her former lover's shirts, setting them on fire, and hurling them out the window.
A decade later, in TTPD's "The Black Dog," however, it's not her ex's clothes she wants to burn but her own. Of all the lyrics on Taylor's arguably verbose eleventh album, "Now I want to sell my house and set fire to all my clothes" is the number one line that stopped me dead in my tracks. Not only because I find it extremely relatable on a personal level—I do, in fact, have a pre-TTPD note from last October in my phone that reads, "I want to burn my entire wardrobe because it's been on your floor"—but also because it evokes a very specific, very eviscerating fusion of grief and anger that breeds not bloodlust but self-destruction. |
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