Allowed myself to let my inner teeny bopper come out to catch the Taylor Swift concert with my sisterface and buddies. Somehow didn’t get the memo because we were the only 20+ somethings without cowboy boots and denim skirts, but that was ok because we got along just fine with our Henney+cokes. Although she is young and I admit I did write her off at first, Ms. Swift is the only teeny bopper that I can stand because she is in control of her life and owns it while remaining humble. Respect.