My Week Through Taylor Swifty Glasses: Counting Down to The Life of a Showgirl
Taylor Swift is dropping her new album The Life of a Showgirl this week, and honestly? My entire week feels like it’s happening in sequins now. So instead of a normal to-do list, I decided to frame my days through the Taylor lens (aka glittery chaos with great background music).
Here’s how my week is going so far:
Monday: Ophelia Energy
The first track that jumped out at me is The Fate of Ophelia. Monday feels very Ophelia—dramatic, soggy with coffee, and slightly tragic. But instead of floating away in my email inbox, I’m declaring that I’m rewriting Ophelia’s story. She gets an oat milk latte, she puts on chapstick, and she survives Monday with minimal amounts of dramatics.
Tuesday: The Wi$h Li$t
By Tuesday, my real to-do list is already giving me the side-eye, so I’ve renamed it The Wi$h Li$t. Instead of “fold laundry” and “deal with paperwork,” I’m pretending it says things like:
Buy a fall capsule wardrobe
Hire a personal chef
Take a solo trip to Italy (with gelato and espresso budget included)
It’s delusional, but it’s Tuesday—let me live.
Wednesday: Cancelled! (and I Don’t Even Mind)
Midweek always has that one plan that goes poof. Normally, I’d be annoyed or depending on the week somewhat grateful. But this week? I’m calling it my Cancelled! era. Because honestly, what’s better than cancelled plans? Cue me in pajamas, hair in a messy bun, eating popcorn and pretending I’m in a Taylor documentary. Iconic.
Thursday: Glitter is a Coping Strategy
Thursday is usually survival mode. This week, I’ve decided survival = sparkle. Even if my toddler covers me in something that is nondescript and sticky, I’m counting it as “showgirl chic.” Laundry pile? Glitter over it. Inbox? Throw glitter on it. Mood? Glitter, obviously. If it shines, it counts. Cue the countdown - maybe I’ll indulge and find edible glitter so I can countdown till the album drops. Thank goodness I have a Friday off tomorrow so this late night won't kill me.
Friday: Full Showgirl Send-Off
Finally—album day. I may not own sequins (tragic oversight, I know), but you can bet I’ll be streaming The Life of a Showgirl with the enthusiasm of someone strutting down the Vegas strip. Especially after that mid morning nap since I most likely have attempted to stay up to listen to the drop at midnight. Coffee in one hand, playlist in the other, and all the energy of someone about to decode every Easter egg Taylor has ever hidden. Did I mention I also get to watch The Life of a Showgirl in theaters with my bestie.
Because this week isn’t just about getting through—it’s about living like a showgirl. And I, for one, am ready for my close-up.