Beneath the façade of those joyful snapshots of Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce at a family wedding this weekend, I spied a cruel and vengeful undercurrent that’s an absolute dagger to her former bestie .
Blake is in the frosty doghouse – and though she’s reportedly howling to reconcile with the godmother of her daughters, she’s finding out the hard way that Tay don’t play.
If Taylor actually picked up Blake’s calls – which a source told the Daily Mail last week are going unanswered – would she quote her song ‘Anti-Hero’?
‘It’s me, hi, I’m the problem, it’s me.’
Nah. Taylor saves such phony self-reflection for her music, not her actual relationships.
This weekend in Nashville, the billionairess swapped out her ubiquitous and fiery crimson matte for a more subdued oxblood-brown lip (it’s so… suburban!) – almost as easily as she swaps out her friends, critics less kind than me might say.
For seeing her snuggle up to hairy Trav at his cousin’s wedding, I couldn’t help but wonder: why does every orchestrated selfie and opulent outing these days feel like a carefully choreographed dance on Blake’s lonely grave?
At the ripe old age of 35, Taylor could gracefully extricate herself and slowly back away from the former captain of her lady league.
It certainly seems like she’d be within reason: Blake allegedly attempted to blackmail Team Taylor by threatening to release personal texts unless Taylor publicly supported Blake in her battle against actor Justin Baldoni.
