The end of ‘Hiddleswift.’ Or … did it ever begin?

Alright, so I’ve been itching to talk about this topic ever since the news broke two days ago.

The end of yet another Taylor Swift relationship. This time, with English actor Tom Hiddleston, probably best known as the bad guy in the Avengers movies.

The unlikely pairing began their relationship shortly after Taylor broke it off with Scottish DJ Calvin Harris. 

I try my best not to even spend a second of my day thinking about celebrity relationships, but it’s hard to totally ignore Taylor Swift’s personal life given the media frenzy it attracts — the singer herself recently decried the fact that she’s become a “national lightning rod for slut shaming.”

And, full disclosure, I have blogged about it before on this blog.

But even so, I couldn’t help but think that something did not feel right about this new romance, cutely dubbed as “Hiddleswift.” (Side note, I’ve already figured out what my Taylor Swift relationship nickname would be — Swiftgrad. It only makes sense if you know my last name.)

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For one, he’s nine years older than her. Which — while notable — is nothing crazy. But still. Ask any 35-year-old how much they have in common with today’s 26-year-olds.

Second, Hiddleston is a stoic, refined dramatic actor. Taylor is a glamorous international pop star. Tom Hiddleston should be dating, like, Kate Middleton’s cousin or something.

Taylor should be dating, well, someone like Calvin Harris.

But the heart wants what the heart wants, right?

Well, maybe I wasn’t so wrong to carry such suspicions. Shortly after their breakup went public on Tuesday night, I was made aware that there are actually conspiracy theories out there suggesting that the relationship was all one big hoax.

And I don’t mean a couple crazy people posting on Reddit. There are actually extensively-researched articles that go into explicit detail to provide evidence why Swift and Hiddleston staged the entire thing.

The theory is that Taylor — fully aware of her reputation and the media’s tendency to exploit her love life — planned with Hiddleston, a talented actor, to pretend to be in a relationship, with the goal to include the footage of them together in her next music video, which would be a parody of all her past relationships.

The thinking is that Taylor was using the paparazzi for her advantage, and letting them do all of the work for her.

What makes the theory so convincing is that the articles point out that the photos of Hiddleswift together are eerily similar to old photos of Taylor’s past relationships.

Similarities include the setting, her wardrobe, the poses, etc.

I know it’s out there and even a little far-fetched. But could you blame Taylor for wanting to have a little fun with the media, after all they’ve put her through?

With that, the Weinblog officially endorses this theory. Forget Trump-Clinton, this is the most pressing question our country faces right now.

I hope we find out the truth Swiftly.

If Ted Cruz can pick a running mate, why can’t I?

Ted Cruz is not going to be president of the United States.

And this isn’t a desperate plea from someone who is in denial — it’s a fact. It is mathematically impossible for Ted Cruz to obtain the prerequisite number of delegates needed prior to this summer’s Republican National Convention.

Amazingly, this incontrovertible truth did not stop him from becoming the first presidential nominee to choose a running mate in Carly Fiorina on Tuesday.

Never mind Fiorina’s clear incompetence to be second-in-command of our country when you consider her track record as a failed business executive and perennial liar regarding a fabricated video that brought unfair controversy upon Planned Parenthood late last year.

Cruz Fiorina.jpgNever mind that Cruz is the first presidential candidate in 40 years to name a running mate before earning his party’s nomination.

Ted Cruz picking his vice president is as meaningful as if I declared myself eligible for the NFL Draft. It’s as meaningful as if I decided I have the ability breathe underwater.

And it’s as meaningful as if I picked my own running mate for the presidential nomination.

Heck, if Ted Cruz is doing it, why don’t we all do it? It could be a fun little Internet game. Choose your running mate. People could play it right after “Choose Which Disney Princess Best Represents You.” And if you can’t think of one, then I’m sure there’s someone in the world with way too much time on their hands that can create a Running Mate Generator.

It’s purely hypothetical and unrealistic, but hey, Ted Cruz just set the precedent. (And no, Ted, that’s precedent with a “c”, not an “s”.)

My decision was an easy one. I select Taylor Swift. And just like that, she’s officially off the board and ineligible to be any one else’s running mate.

How perfect of a choice is she? She’s perfectly amiable, smart, she’s an economic Taylor Swift USA.jpgpowerhouse unto herself, is adored by people of all religions, ethnicities and skin colors, and I don’t care how much you deny it, there is at least one Taylor Swift song for everybody. She’d be the ideal diplomat and representative.

Plus, as a political tandem, you’d get to spend every day of your life alongside Taylor Swift. How cool is that?

I dare the unbound delegates to resist the pull of T-Swizzle. I dare you.

We already know she could handle the pressure. Just watch this recently video filmed by Vogue where she answers 73 highly personal questions in rapid succession. Not once during the unconventional interview does she waver. She answers each question with poise and confidence — which includes one shockingly honest moment when Taylor acknowledges that she became “a lightning rod for slut shaming.”

That’s the type of aplomb and veracity that this country needs. And yes I used a thesaurus to come up with those two words.

Most of all, Taylor is a unifier. She doesn’t degrade immigrants. She doesn’t race bait or mock disabled people.

Taylor, let’s make America great again.

Because we are never, ever, ever … losing an election together.

Grammys 2016: The Force of Taylor Swift and Kendrick Lamar Awakens

For a show that exists to honor the best in music for the past year, the 58th Annual Grammy Awards did not seem all too interested in giving out, well, awards.

Of the 81 awards disseminated by the academy on Monday, only eight happened live on television. The rest of the three and a half hour broadcast was filled with performances.

Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Acceptance speeches are widely considered the most boring part of an awards show.

Taylor Swift Grammy winBut there are just so many artists and bands who  won Grammys, who, for all intents and purposes, may as well have not existed on Monday because their category didn’t make the live show.

Consequently, anyone who doesn’t stay up to date with music but only tunes into the Grammys officially thinks the only musicians that exist right now are Taylor Swift, Kendrick Lamar, Meghan Trainor and the Weeknd.

But I digress.

Anyway, like any awards show, there was the good and the bad last night.

The talk of the town are the first two people I mentioned above. Taylor Swift, who became the first women to win Album of the Year twice, and used her speech to not only empower young woman, but to apparently throw some serious shade at Kanye West. 

Taylor, I’m on your side. But when you publicly shame Kanye, it does not go quietly. The man may be a musical genius, but mentally, he’s not all there. Keep Selena Gomez and the rest of your female posse close by. You may need it.

The other highlight was Kendrick Lamar, whose 2015 release “To Pimp a Butterfly” swept all the rap categories but fell short on Album of the Year to Swift’s “1989.” But what people will remember most was his spellbinding, socially conscious performance, which will probably upset the same white people who didn’t like Beyonce’s Super Bowl halftime performance last week — which, might I add, Saturday Night Live hilariously chimed in on this weekend.

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What people also will likely remember was Lady Gaga’s tribute to David Bowie, which frenetically rushed through 10 of his songs in a matter of minutes. While ambitious, the whole thing seemed too chaotic and over the top, which, apparently was the same sentiment expressed by David Bowie’s son.

And what gives with Justin Bieber’s performance? It was his first time getting to perform nationally in the Post Everybody Hates Bieber era (which, correct me if I’m wrong, is somewhere between the Jurassic and Pleistocene era on the epochal timeline), and they took his song that is grounded in electronic, computer-made sound and instead performed it with actual instruments? It changed the entire complexion of the song.Lady Gaga Bowie2

Oh, and don’t even get me started on the mess that was the Hollywood Vampires. That was just scary.

But let me say this. The Grammys seem to be obsessed with medleys, unusual artists pairings, and experimental performances. It’s the Grammys, so they want everything to be unique.

And that’s what made the performance by the Eagles, joined by Jackson Browne, singing “Take it Easy” as a tribute to the late Glenn Frey so special. They simply sang a classic song, from start to finish, telling people to take it easy in an era when people are no longer physically capable of taking it easy.

It was the most honest, sincere and heartfelt moment of the night, in my mind.

On that note, I can’t think of any better way to pay tribute to their tribute by spending the rest of the evening taking it easy by pulling my own Eagle.

That did not come out right at all.

I’m on a quest to prove I have a better chance of dating Taylor Swift than winning Powerball

More than once last week I was asked the question of what I would do if I were to win the Powerball jackpot, which, as of this writing, stands at an all-time high of $1.3 billion.

And I had not the slightest clue how to respond.

Not because I would be so indecisive as to how to spend such a large sum of money, but because it’s seriously not even worth dwelling a single moment on something that is clearly not going to happen.

The odds of winning the Powerball jackpot are 292 million to one.

With chances like that, why even waste time thinking about what would happen if you won?

PowerballI might as well spend the equal amount of time thinking about what I would do if I accidentally stumbled into a flash mob of penguins dancing in synchronization to Fergie’s “Big Girls Don’t Cry.”

And that is absolutely something I have thought about before. I would join. You’re damn right I would saddle right in with those penguins. It would be an honor and a privilege.

But why stop there? If it’s totally normal to spend a considerable amount of time thinking about something as improbable as winning Powerball, then why can’t I channel my energy towards a goal that, on the surface, sounds equally as daunting?

Dating Taylor Swift.

However, I firmly believe I have much better odds of accomplishing that than ever winning Powerball. For one, anyone can play Powerball. The field of competitors is just too great.

But to date Taylor Swift, there are certain criteria one must meet. First, they need to be a man. Last time I checked, Taylor was not a lesbian. Not that there’d be anything wrong with that. It’s just a fact. She likes men. So that puts me immediately on the right track, and at the same time eliminates half of the world’s population.

Next, you have to be within the age of roughly 21 to 35. I’m assuming Taylor Swift date.jpgTaylor doesn’t judge based solely on age, but I think those are safe parameters to be considered a legitimate contender for her heart. No more than five years younger, or 10 years older. Me, being 28 years old, falls perfectly within that range. Almost too perfectly. Again, this criteria knocks another large chunk of the population.

And last, you probably have to be famous. I, uhh, well … damn.

And that’s why this is a longshot. I never said it’s going to be easy. But if it’s acceptable to dream about winning Powerball, then I see nothing wrong with this. In fact, I think I’m even less delusional than most.

But Taylor, if you’re reading this, then help me prove everyone wrong. Let’s show them that it is OK to dream big.

So if any one asks me this week what I would do if I won Powerball, I won’t have an answer for you. In fact, I probably won’t even hear you.

Because I’ll be too busy thinking about what conversation pieces I’d be using if I was sitting across of a dinner table from Taylor Swift.

I’m thinking the chatter will lean heavily towards cats.

Every time Kanye West speaks, a puppy dies

I can’t believe I had to watch an entire Kanye West speech to prepare for this post.

I somehow made it through. And my conclusion is that it’s nothing short of painful that this man has a platform to speak on. That people will listen to him. There’s millions of people in the world who have inspiring, thought-provoking things to say, but will never be given a venue in which to express them.

Kanye West has that venue that others can only dream of. And he wastes it with nonsensical, mind-numbing drivel that helps nobody.

Kanye WestOK, so his speech yesterday was actually sincere. He wasn’t really trying to be controversial or combative. That is, until the end, when he declared his bid for presidency in 2020.

A day later, the world is trying to find out if he was being serious or not. But does it really even matter? Donald Trump is running for president right now. Any sanctity or honor that once existed in running for our nation’s highest office is long out the window. There’s no doubt in my mind that, if Kanye ran, he would succeed in the polls.

Ironically, last week, in light of the Deez Nuts amusement, I pleaded for an independent-minded citizen to bravely announce their bid for president. Well, I got it.

Besides my 15-minute belated viewing of Yeezus’s speech, I did not watch the Video Music Awards. I just can’t anymore. It’s too painful and disappointing for me to know that this is what the world now accepts as contemporary popular music. I heard there was some B.S. involving Nicki Minaj and Miley Cyrus, but I literally could not care less.

Indeed, I care more about the Chinese economy than I do about any feuds between Miley Cyrus and Nicki Minaj. I guess that means … I’m maturing? Damn, that sucks.

I do know that it was Taylor Swift who introduced Kanye West to accept the Video Vanguard award, whatever the hell that is (hence the speech). It was an obvious ploy by MTV to capitalize on the whole Kanye/Taylor controversy from years ago, and something that was actually acknowledged by Kanye in the beginning of his speech.Taylor and AVril

Taylor, who showed up to the show with her usual cool girl posse, actually did something totally unrelated this past weekend that caught my attention.

Her 1989 world tour has been filled with star-studded cameos by prominent musicians and celebrities, and the other day, she sang a duet with Avril Lavigne, another pop star I have had a crush on at one point or another. They sang “Complicated.” I support this duo.

I coin them: Tayvril. Which could also be some type of cough medicine. Extra strength.

In other news, the Oxford Dictionary added 1,000 new words this week, including aswesomesauce, beer o’clock, bruh and pwnage.

I officially hate everything about the 21st century.

Has Taylor Swift lost her shine?

It took one very public award show interruption for Taylor Swift to become America’s sweetheart.

A newcomer to the industry, Taylor’s innocent demeanor, dressed-down appearance and emotionally raw music won her a cult of followers. She quickly rose to become among the most popular artists in the industry, with the capability of selling out any stadium in the world.

But it’s been six years since Kanye West disrupted 19-year-old Taylor Swift’s acceptance speech at the MTV Video Music Awards, and what we see today is a very different version of the former country star turned pop sensation.

Taylor Swift 2015She’s outspoken. She’s glammed up. And she’s got an entire clique of friends that makes her resemble one of the antagonists from the movie “Mean Girls.”

In 2012, Taylor performed the song “Mean” at the 54th Grammys Awards in a wardrobe that could only be described as a heap of rags that maybe could double as window curtains. The attire personified her modest disposition and the song tapped perfectly into her voice’s country twang.

That Taylor is no longer anywhere to be found.  In 2015, she looks every bit the pop star diva.

And it’s not a fault against her. People change. They evolve as they age. She’s 25 now, and she has every right to dress and act how she wants. And by all accounts she’s still a great role model for young girls.

But it does appear that public opinion of her is taking a turn. This started to become evident after she incited a mini online feud with Nicki Minaj last month, in which Taylor misunderstood and responded to a tweet by Minaj, thinking she was being called out.

This week, she has her Scottish boyfriend (and alleged electronic musician) Calvin Harris fighting her battles for her after she decided to take all of her music off of Spotify.Taylor Swift 2012

Those who follow Taylor on Instagram — which, at this point, I’m not even going to pretend I don’t — will notice that she’s often parading about with dozens of other female celebrity musicians, actresses and supermodels, like some sort of exclusive cool club. Or a female Frat Pack.

And that’s really all she’s guilty of. If anything — she’s annoying people. Rubbing them the wrong way, if you will. There’s no crimes here.

But I think what’s really forced the tide to turn on her popularity is the complete transformation she’s made since she first became famous. The sweet country girl from humble beginnings embraced her celebrity, jazzed up her style, has become somewhat confrontational, and is only friends with the coolest of the cool.

Taylor, once you get over this dating-the-bad-boy-Scottish-DJ phase, call me. I have an out-of-tune banjo sitting in my closet that my cat could play better music with than him.

Plus, I brush my teeth twice a day. I say “Bless you” to people who sneeze within five feet of me. One time, I thought about making a donation to charity.

One week with me and your reputation will soar.

Even if your pride plummets.

Think about it.

…Blackbird singing in the dead of night…

I spent the last few days attending my third Firefly Music Festival in Delaware, which was highlighted by a two-and-a-half hour set by the world’s most recognizable living Beatle, Sir Paul McCartney himself, who delivered a performance I’ll remember my entire life.

But we’ll get to that in a minute. Other things appeared to have happened in the world in my five day hiatus; some amusing, some mildly interesting, and some tragic.

Of course we have to start with the Charleston church shooting last Wednesday, in the Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church, in which nine people died at the hands of a racist, white supremacist. It’s one of the United States’ oldest black churches and is steeped in the history of the civil rights movements. And last week, it was targeted in an act of national terrorism.

It’s sad that whenever we discuss national incidents involving race, we can never say that it’s the “culmination.” Because Charleston churchanother terrible thing always seems to happen shortly after. It’s hard to believe that something worse than this can happen anytime soon, but how can you blame any one right now for being extra cynical and expecting the worst?

John Stewart, who usually reacts to the news of the day by making jokes, had none to make the following day. Instead he delivered an impassioned speech about how America’s threat is not from ISIS, or Al Qaeda, but from ourselves. Definitely watch it.

The shooting sparked the natural debates, on the likes of gun control and race relations in America, but is also ignited one less expected conversation, regarding the Confederate flag.

Much was made about how South Carolina ordered all American flags to be half-staffed, but not the Confederate flag that lies in front of its capitol building. Never mind the fact that the flag can’t be ordered by the governor to be lowered, the conversation instead steered around whether southern states like South Carolina should even be displaying the flag at all, considering its historic ties to slavery.

The question was especially a slippery slope for Republican presidential candidates, until Lindsey Graham, a senator from South Carolina, called for the flag to be removed from the state capitol on Thursday,

As usual, the political satirists said it best. This time it was John Oliver on Sunday night.

But let’s move on to women on money.

I blogged months ago about the online campaign, WomenOn20s, which was aiming to replace Andrew Jackson on the $20 bill with a woman.

The U.S. Treasury listened — sort of — by announcing last week that a woman will indeed be placed on currency by the year 2020, but on the $10 bill. 10-dollar-bill

So instead of replacing the unpopular Andrew Jackson, who no one would have minded being eradicated from the $20, we will replace Alexander Hamilton, who was actually our nation’s first Secretary of Treasury.

This is literally the worst of all worlds. People who were angry about this for whatever reason are mad that it’s happening to begin with. Those who were indifferent are irate that we’re losing good ole Alex Hams (that’s what people used to call him, just trust me). And women, meanwhile, have to feel a little disrespected that they were given the most unpopular bill.

No one has ever received a $10 bill on purpose. I think I own more $2 bills than tens. And they don’t even come out of ATMs.

But it’s progress … I guess?

And speaking of women making headlines … Taylor Swift did something. After sending a letter to Apple voicing her unhappiness with the company’s decision to not compensate artists during its “free stream” period it provides to new customers, the company changed course almost immediately after, deciding it will indeed pay up.

In her letter, Taylor said these are not the complaints of a “spoiled, petulant child,” but rather, of all the independent artists who rely on that compensation and are too afraid to risk everything by speaking up against a company like Apple.

If this isn’t further proof that that she should be the one to be put on American money, then I don’t know what is. She’s a multi-platinum selling artist, an award winning lyricist, a role model to all, and now a revolutionary for the music industry.

And she’s dating some douchebag EDM guy.

C’mon Taylor. Just think of bloggers as more literal, less noisy, more introverted DJs. We’re really not that bad of people.

But anyway, let’s get to what you call came here for. Sir Paul.

White it was never really a life goal of mine to see him, I was definitely excited at the prospect of it once Firefly announced he would be headlining one of the nights. That being said, for a festival that comprised mostly contemporary artists for an audience of mostly 20-something year-olds, I wasn’t sure how it would translate.

My friends and I got a decent view of the stage, and … Sir Paul blew away even my most optimistic expectations. Not only did he mix in plenty of classics from both the Beatles and Wings, but he was the most energetic performer I saw all weekend. And he’s 73.

My picture I snapped of Sir Paul at Firefly

My picture I snapped of Sir Paul at Firefly

It was pretty evident he got a rush of excitement to play in front of an audience of people who have never seen him before — an entire new generation of fans.

If anything, the evening proved to me that Sir Paul — and the Beatles — are timeless.

I also couldn’t help but think of my dad, a huge Beatles fan who first saw them at arguably their most famous concert of all time, at Shea Stadium in August of 1965. Who would have ever thought, that almost exactly 50 years later, I would see one of the lead singers of the same band, live in concert, singing the same songs?

It’s one of those rare times that you really appreciate it when life comes full circle.

And it’s the words penned by Sir Paul all of those years ago, like “Let it Be,’ “I Wanna Hold Your Hand,” or “Blackbird singing in the dead of night … take these broken wings and learn to fly…” that make you wonder why the events in South Carolina still continue to happen.

TayTalk: The universal language of Taylor Swift

It’s gotten a little serious here the last few days. But when cultural circumstance calls for it, I must be the voice of reason.

Let’s lighten the mood. Whenever I need to do that, I have one go-to. It’s pretty easy. All I have to do is see what’s going on in the world of Taylor Swift.

And today … it’s big.

You know how you feel like Taylor Swift songs define your life? Like every word she sings perfectly explains your own unique situation?

No, you say? You have no idea what I’m talking about? And never once have you ever felt that a single Taylor Swift lyric applied to any aspect of your existence?

Taylor Swift Performs On ABC's Well, don’t walk away just yet. You might still enjoy this.

A new app, TayText, allows you to send text messages using only lyrics from Taylor Swift songs.

Of all the useless things that have been invented in the smartphone era — and there have been a lot — this is by far the best one.

No one needed this. It solves nothing. All it does it take up more precious space on your iPhone.

But from the deeper, innate depths of your being, we all needed this. We just didn’t know it.

Taylor Swift is an accomplished and acclaimed lyricist, who mostly opines on love lost and found. And because she covers both ends of the romantic spectrum, her lyrics, when broken down, either resemble mushy Hallmark cards we buy on Valentine’s Day — or the rage-filled drunk texts we send to an ex at 3 a.m.

In text message form, that’s really all you can ask for.

What’s more is it’s all ready to go. You don’t need to rationalize your own emotion into one garbled little paragraph, only to have Siri screw it all up by autocorrecting half of the words. With TayText, you randomly generate, and send.

In fact, there’s no reason to ever complete any original thought ever again. Why use Taylor Swift lyrics for just texting? How about we use it for cover letters, speeches, entire books and just normal every day conversation?

I mean, she has hundreds of songs out now. Between all of them, we can cover all possible situations and contexts using her lyrics.

TayText is just the beginning.

Soon, the entire world will be speaking one universal language. Racial barriers will be broken. Religious and ideological differences among Middle Eastern countries will cease to exist. Partisanship in politics will be a complete afterthought.

Taylor Swift’s god-given gift of articulation will singlehandedly bring peace and harmony to the world.

Or maybe it will just … be an app that a couple people will download.

Either or.

Taylor Swift will restore peace in the Middle East, and the worst Valentine’s Day couples movie ever

It seems like nothing the United States has tried so far to stop ISIS, the Islamic militant group that’s claimed territory in Syria and northern Iraq, has worked.

President Obama has ordered air strikes. He’s authorized the distribution of weapons to countries fighting them. He’s also backed a coalition of Middle Eastern countries who are against the group.

Taylor Swift IsraelThis week, he submitted legislation to Congress to allow American troops to enter the conflict on the ground for special missions and hostage situations.

But who knows if that we’ll work. ISIS deviates from the stereotypes of other Islamic terrorist groups in that they don’t operate from caves. They have seized cities, are organized, wealthy, and have soldiers fighting for them from 80 different countries.

So what’s the next logical solution for stopping them?

Why, you send in Taylor Swift, of course.

As of now, this is just a juicy rumor, but it appears that Taylor Swift will be performing a concert in Israel this summer. The international pop superstar is taking her next tour across Europe, including a stop in the Middle East. For one night, Israelis can stop worrying about where the next attack is coming from, and enjoy a musical experience with Taylor Swift.

For one night, everybody will be feeling 22.

If this can’t restore peace and order in the Middle East, then what will? Who knows, maybe — just maybe — the show will bring people together who otherwise never would have been in the same room. Perhaps an IDF soldier will look to his left and see an ISIS militant rocking out to “Black Space,” and they’ll share a moment of realization.

They’re not so different. Yes, they believe in very different ideologies and faiths, but they’re united by Taylor freaking Swift.

Nothing else has worked there, so why not? After decades of conflict, maybe it will only take a magical concert to make everyone realize that we’re all human beings who simply want to spend the night dancing shamelessly to “Shake It Off.”

So since Taylor is obviously my Valentine this year, that’s an easy transition into my next topic.50-shades-grey

Valentine’s Day is Saturday. And I just have one question.

Why is this holiday’s big romantic blockbuster a film about a physically abusive and emotionally destructive relationship?

I’ve never read 50 Shades of Grey, but I’ve heard enough about it to know it’s basically a twisted, sexually perverse tale of masochism, or basically the film version of the song “S&M” by Rihanna.

I can’t imagine how many couples who decide to see a movie on Valentine’s Day will watch 50 Shades of Grey thinking it’s a cute, sentimental romance, and will instead leave more petrified and afraid than Gloria Gaynor.

What happened to the generic, ensemble romantic comedy where there’s like 18 characters? Six of them are kids, four of them are gay, two are best friends who happened to realize they actually love each other, and one of them is Ashton Kutcher.

And the movie is given the most unimaginative name ever, like “Valentines Day.”

Hey, guess who was in that movie? Taylor Swift.

That’s what us bloggers call “coming full circle.”

Grammys 2015: it’s not an awards show unless Kanye makes his presence known

For a moment, visions of the 2009 MTV Video Music Awards flashed before everyone’s eyes. Kanye West, who, six years ago, infamously stole the spotlight from Taylor Swift to show his support for Beyonce, was about do it again.

After alternative rocker Beck was announced as the winner of Album of the Year at last night’s 57th Grammys, Kanye returned to the stage, only to jokingly wave his hands, laugh, and return to his seat. The audience got a kick out of it, Beck-Kanye-West-Grammysand even Beck took it in stride.

It was all in good fun. Kanye, who’s public image took a drastic hit after that initial incident — including being called a “jackass” by our president — had clearly learned from his mistake, and in a very self-aware moment, poked some fun at his old self. Even Beyonce and Jay Z found it amusing.

Or was he joking?

Had Kanye simply never opened his mouth again for the remainder of the night, people would still be laughing along with him. Instead, they’re none too pleased.

It turns out that he seriously believed that Beyonce deserved the award, and he wanted the world to know about it. In a post-show interview with E!, he said, “I just know that the Grammys, if they want real artists to keep coming back, they need to stop playing with us. We ain’t gonna play with them no more. And Beck needs to respect artistry and he should’ve given his award to Beyonce.”

Fans of Beck have come out in full force to his defense. In a career that has spanned more than two decades, Beck has released 12 albums. He wrote, composed and produced his latest album, Morning Phase, and as one Twitter user pointed out, he played the guitar, keys, synthesizer, bass, tambourine, ukulele, charango, celeste, dulcimer, harmonica and the glockenspiel on it.

Kanye West can’t even spell half of those instruments.

Beck, meanwhile, has handled the situation flawlessly. Sam Smith Grammys

It’s just another incident on a long list of questionable decisions by Kanye West. There is absolutely no doubt of his artistry and talent. That’s undeniable, and any one who tries to discredit it is just wrong. I mean, there’s a reason that Paul McCartney wanted to work with him. He’s also won 21 Grammy awards.

But he continually butts his head into things that do not concern him. Beck won arguably the biggest award of his life last night, and Kanye had to grab some attention away. If he is so upset about how awards shows determine their winners, then he should start his own event. The Kanyes. Every award goes to Beyonce.

I think people are just sick of his shtick, and are especially upset that he tried to make his point by attacking Beck, who is as much of an artist as any one in the music industry today.

An unintended consequence of Kanye’s antics is that he has become a public relations wizard. By making himself look so bad, he makes his “victims” look like sympathetic heroes in comparison. Taylor Swift’s career catapulted to monumental levels of success following her rendezvous with Mr. West, and because of last night, Beck has never been more widely discussed on a mainstream level than he is right now.

Oh and for the record, Taylor and Kanye have since made up. 

On a personal note, some may recall I pegged Morning Phase as the best album of 2014. What’s ironic is that, for the last six years, I have posted here my top films of the year, and to date, none of my six selections for the year end best movie has ended up winning Best Picture at the Academy Awards. And yet, in my first year picking the year’s best albums, my top selection wins Album of the Year. Go figure.

And yes, I am humble bragging.

The rest of the Grammys was without drama, with Sam Smith taking home four awards, including Record of the Year. He Kristen Wiig Siagenuinely seems like a polite, cordial young man who is passionate about music, so I have no problem seeing him rewarded. Especially after the controversy he received from the Tom Petty copying fallout.

One pleasant surprise was seeing Kristen Wiig doing some interpretive dance with 12-year-old Maddie Zeidler during Sia’s performance of “Chandelier.” Wiig really is a multi-talented performer who doesn’t get enough love.

What nobody did see in last night’s telecast was Eminem win Best Rap Album for the Marshall Mathers LP, his 15th career Grammy, since it’s a category that’s apparently not deemed significant enough to be distributed live. I get that the Grammys are trying to become a bit more family-friendly, but isn’t that category a pretty big one?

Also, for the sixth straight year, I failed win the Grammy for Best Blogging.

I’m still petitioning the academy to instill that one.