There are no good gangs here in this tale of the battle over imaginary property, also called Intellectual Property, the one type of property that absolutely positively does not exist without government forces willing, when needed, to take potential lethal action to hunt down those who might offend the imaginary property rights of (insert usually big as fudge beeyond border corpo-state here), who has lawgoons armed with cash out the monsoon, so to speak, who work the work and win the government forces.
Taylor Swift wants her hooks in that ether, and she regrets being worked over by smart idiots, willing to use their then significant advantage of power to get a good IP deal, a deal that says those songs you wrote, you can’t even sing them, girl.
I mean, that’s cold, and, like I said, all the gangs in this story are just awful people, but I do appreciate a good donneybrook involving the Princess of Pure, Taylor Swift herself, who has virtue signalled virtually every signal in the pantheon of virtues that you could ever imagine since ever they come into vogue.
Witnessing the Madonna of Morality kavetch about being raked over by her own lack of brain cells, competing with two gentlemen who, let’s be honest, don’t seem to be the intellectual equivalent of anyone over, perhaps, a solid Toyota Corolla, circa 2010ish (if I’m being honest), and using that EMBARASSING lack of smarts (or people around her that had any sense of duh about them) to pull out her poor disadvantaged I AM WOMAN card is, well, filled with cringe, and thus lulz, and thus love. Yes….
Taylor Swift brought love into my life in the form of lulz, a great big OTT burst of lulz. Thank you, thank you for just…for just doing you, from 30,000 feet high in the air, in your private jet, sipping tea and tweeting about standing in solidarity with the spotted banana, even though it’s poisonous and kills everything around it, but there’s only one left and it’s right where there’s a crapton of oil but that oil gone sit, that spotted banana gone live. WE WILL SAVE THE SPOTTED BANANA!
Ok, I’m calmed down, I’m calmed down. Here’s how InTouch Weekly covered this entertaining affair.
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Taylor has been involved in a heated fight over the right to own her own music since June, when Scott Borchetta.’s Big Machine Label Group was sold to Scooter, 38, for more than $300 million. — which included Taylor’s entire music catalog. “This is my worst-case scenario. This is what happens when you sign a deal at 15 to someone for whom the term ‘loyalty’ is clearly just a contractual concept. And when that man says ‘Music has value’, he means its value is beholden to men who had no part in creating it,” Taylor wrote in a lengthy statement on Tumblr
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