When she floated above the audience in her high, high heels on that lighted dock, facing a stadium of sixty-eight thousand people, how could she feel anything except either a messiah complex or profound loneliness?
Later that night, I said to my husband, “I thought of her as a singer-songwriter.” And my husband, who has never voluntarily listened to a single word escaping Taylor Swift’s mouth, laughed. “Singer-songwriters don’t perform in stadiums,” he said.