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Cover Story: My Super Sweet Sixteenth Century

A look at Rachel Harris's My Super Sweet Sixteenth Century reveals the darker side of Taylor Swift fandom.

Cover Story: My Super Sweet Sixteenth Century

Y'all, I don’t know how your weekend went, but I have been reading way too much Lurlene McDaniel. I think all this terminal illness is seeping into my brain and stunting my creative process.

My Super Sweet Sixteenth Century: A Cover Story

Taylor Swift’s music speaks to an entire generation of oft-jilted teenage girls, and perhaps no one more so than sixteen-year-old Josie Ennis. But when the cancer metastasizes to her brain, Josie doesn’t just love Taylor Swift songs, she becomes them. Each week, she lives a new music video with the help of her on-again/off-again boyfriend, Brett. Brett had been planning to break up with her before the brain tumor, but now he’s trapped by the same cancer that warps Josie’s reality; if he breaks up with the girl with a terminal illness, no girl at their high school will ever date him again. For the sake of future dating endeavors, he now plays the part of spurned lover, doting boy-next-door, or cheating douchebag. He lets her torch his belongings in “Picture to Burn,” talks to Josie about another girl he loves in “Teardrops on My Guitar,” and finally marries her during “Mine.”

But when “Love Story” comes along, Brett gets nervous. Will this song end the way Taylor Swift interpreted it? Or will Josie go with a more sinister, Shakespearean ending? Find out in My Super Sweet Sixteenth Century.

P.S. Given that it's Monday morning, you too can pretend you're in a Taylor Swift music video! Well, at least the office drone part. Not the part where Matt Saracen is your boyfriend.

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Alix West's photo About the Author: After recently moving from Washington DC, Alix is an impoverished student in Scotland. When she is not out on the wild, windy moors, she dreams of warmer weather, Marcus Flutie, and days when she could still afford to buy champagne.
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