The word “genius” is often thrown around when discussing Taylor Swift’s very personal lyrics.

She even has her own undergraduate course at Harvard.

Money well spent.

And, although I’ve always thought of her as the sort of poet who’d rhyme that word with “know it,” I appreciate that her ripped-from-the-diary style has proven appeal.

Making fans sob in their bedrooms, as she did with “Folklore” and “Evermore,” takes a lot of skill. 4

This time, however, the hater’s gonna hate hate hate hate hate.

Color me perplexed about the media response to Swift’s strange 12th album, “The Life of a Showgirl,” which came out Friday.

Rolling Stone gave it a perfect five stars. And the New York Times made it a critic’s pick.

Some of the slobbering reviews read like Pravda endorsements — written

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