We Finally Enter The Eras Era

Also, did The Real Housewives of New York live up to the hype?

This spring and summer was replete with badass women on tour — Beyonce, Taylor Swift, Pink et al — but sadly, without the kiss of approval from Ticketmaster’s pre-sale gods, I didn’t get tickets to any of them and ultimately decided against selling any of my internal organs to afford one on the resale market. (Tickets to Taylor’s shows in L.A. were going for more than $700 after the show had already begun.) So, gratefully, on Sunday I strapped on some sequins and borrowed friendship bracelets and took in the Eras Tour movie.

I did not look like this.

For context, I would not call myself a Swiftie — but, I also would not use that as a dirty word, the way I think a lot of people wield it. Every fan base has its unsettling zealots, but while they may all be Swifties, all Swifties are not them; nobody I personally know who merrily self-identifies as a Swiftie is torturing anyone on social media about her love life, berating her exes, or telling everyone that Taylor has a secret evil twin wh…