This essay is not an analysis of Life Of A Showgirl. Not exactly. Is it even a coherent analysis, or is it just a messy, confused vent about what happens when a woman is famous? Well, dear reader, we’re going to find out together. First, a disclaimer on my own biases, my own little standpoint theory discursion. I have a Swiftie in my life who’s very important to me, and that definitely prejudices my perspective on this. I started out as a pretty thoughtless Taylor Swift hater

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