We know there's a silent army out there of Taylor Swift fans. Well, not so silent, we kind of hear the low, plaintiff wails of grunts and groans set against the acoustic backdrop of some truly saccharine country-pop music, but we're currently taking medication to try and eliminate those sounds from our skull.
Nevertheless, you are out there. The Taylor Swifters who endlessly watch the little diva to see if and when some of her innocent girl dresses will rapturously fall to pieces and reveal some Taylor Skin, which I would not recommend holding your breath for, but if you're in midst of auto-erotic asphyxiation over her pictorial in the upcoming edition of Vogue, okay, you might as well keep holding. Pain is pleasure. Enjoy.