For those that are apoplectic that the journalistic integrity of TFP is forever lost because they had the audacity to post an article about the highest grossing cultural event of our time - lighten up. It is Saturday. Not all should be doom and gloom. We have been so fragmented as a society and have very few positive shared experiences. …
For those that are apoplectic that the journalistic integrity of TFP is forever lost because they had the audacity to post an article about the highest grossing cultural event of our time - lighten up. It is Saturday. Not all should be doom and gloom. We have been so fragmented as a society and have very few positive shared experiences. We watch shows on demand from countless streaming services. Gone are the days of recapping the NBC Thursday night lineup or the season finale of anything at the office water cooler - I’m working from home in my Lulus. We’re just starting to leave our homes to go to the movies again - why should we, I can stream it at home on opening weekend and the microwave popcorn is a lot cheaper. So the fact that vast swaths of people, young and old, are clamoring to attend a live event in any city they can manage to travel to where a poised and talented woman sings songs that she wrote about themes relatable by all, is a very good thing. I didn’t attend, but I wish I did. And I enjoyed reading about The Intern’s Taylor back story and concert experience while I drank my morning coffee. I have the rest of the day for doom and gloom.
For those that are apoplectic that the journalistic integrity of TFP is forever lost because they had the audacity to post an article about the highest grossing cultural event of our time - lighten up. It is Saturday. Not all should be doom and gloom. We have been so fragmented as a society and have very few positive shared experiences. We watch shows on demand from countless streaming services. Gone are the days of recapping the NBC Thursday night lineup or the season finale of anything at the office water cooler - I’m working from home in my Lulus. We’re just starting to leave our homes to go to the movies again - why should we, I can stream it at home on opening weekend and the microwave popcorn is a lot cheaper. So the fact that vast swaths of people, young and old, are clamoring to attend a live event in any city they can manage to travel to where a poised and talented woman sings songs that she wrote about themes relatable by all, is a very good thing. I didn’t attend, but I wish I did. And I enjoyed reading about The Intern’s Taylor back story and concert experience while I drank my morning coffee. I have the rest of the day for doom and gloom.
Amber-- yes!