This bit in Vulture macking on T/Swift and eating out is one of the best pieces of cultural observation I’ve read in years. It is po-faced hilarious from start to finish and flat-out brilliant writing. I die with envy. Taylor Swift does not “need” to “go out to dinner.” “Going out to dinner” is a bourgeois construct that has no obvious draw for her. Civilians with expendable cash go out to dinner to break up the monotony of being alive. Celebrities go out to dinner to be photographed so that these cash-flush civilians remember they exist. Taylor Swift is neither a civilian nor a run-of-the-mill celebrity. She has rarely known middle-class tedium and she has never risked exiting the collective imagination for even a brief moment.

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