Taylor Swift performing at the Super Bowl. Are you mad? Cry harder.

NFL Kickoff in three weeks and I have some thoughts.

Why are we so mad at Taylor Swift?

When the camera scans to her on the screen for 6 whole seconds of a 3 hour game, men beat their chests and whine, “Me. No likey”. They really need that 6 seconds of their lives back. Her face is ruining football! She is infuriating. “She is mid.” Lol okay.

They say whatever makes them feel better but haven’t you seen enough of Josh Allen for the afternoon, why are you angry that a pretty girl flashed up on the screen for less time than you need to take piss?

Before Taylor, men had football. It was THEIRS. They didn’t want to share with women.

Women aren’t supposed to like sports, apparently? DA Boys got together for the afternoon and the girls went out for brunch. (Or something like that).

But we do like sports. Surprise!

And women who really don’t care about sports or football —that’s cool too. Taylor didn’t know that there was an offence and a defence. She thought that both quarterbacks were on the field at the same time.

Swift represents women who are willing to learn something new at the risk of looking silly. That takes guts.

When was the last time a typical, burly man went to (I’m being stereotypical here to make a point but) the ballet and asked about adagio or chassé?

Yeah. An unlikely scene. I mean, even I haven’t been to the ballet.

Now hear me out.

I was an athlete all my life. I LIVED for sports. I played competitive hockey and soccer. Hit triples in baseball charity tournaments. Picked up golf along the way which helped me close deals and made me a good businessman. I even tried my hand at Aussie Rules.

I am the girl who knows sports. I’ll talk you under a table about Formula 1 and no its not because I think the drivers are cute.

Even though…

Let’s talk about that actually.

Anytime a woman, especially one who didn’t grow up in the sports world, like I did, starts to like a sport or a team —the first thing any real fan boy dude bro will ask her is “ok, name five players then.” or “when was the last time they won a championship,” or “what’s the coach’s middle name?”

You know what, Charles Leclerc IS HOT. Universally hot!

Oh well. He’s also one of the top race car drivers IN THE WORLD. Fucking cool, really.

And don’t come for me and my Monegasque Prince.

Men watched the Victoria Secret Fashion Show for years. So I have some questions… “can you name ten models?” and “who performed in 2011?” and “name the most successful angel?” and “how many metres long is the catwalk?”

Ya. That’s what I thought.

As a sporty spice, my favourite is when they drill us with trivia and then I mic drop and I name ten players and GO OFF knowing their batting percentages or goals vs. assists ratio or the fact a certain driver has never been on the podium at that specific track.

Hmmm. Does this sound like a female rage piece?

Well despite the fact that’s sort of my specialty - its not. Sometimes I think men don’t get the love they deserve. No, honestly. There’s a lot of good dudes out there willing to take you out to the driving range and help you practice your swing because they genuinely see that you want to learn.

It’s because of good men that I can drive the ball in a straight line, 200 yards down the centre of the fairway.

…It’s because of good men I feel safe in a world that has women looking over their shoulder when walking alone in broad daylight.

So why are we so mad at Taylor Swift. And yes, I see those women who are haters too.

Seriously? What’s the beef?

“I just hate her,” isn’t an answer.

She’s not just someone’s tag-along girlfriend we’re showing on the screen. Actually, no one would probably care about that.

SHE’S AN INTERNATIONAL ICON.

She’s literally more successful than any man she’s ever dated, including mister bedroom eyes, tight end, Travis Kelce.

And you know what. I love him for her.

He said, “She wrote a dozen albums telling men how to get the girl, so I listened.”

HE LISTENED.

L I S T E N E D.

Husband material, for real.

Women rushed to watch the Chiefs. The fanbase grew. Dare I say, Taylor Swift pulled an audible. She changed the game.

And it sounds like men feel like the ladies are taking away their precious football. Football is theirs. Sundays are THEIRS.

We aren’t trying to take anything. No.

We’re certainly not committed to spending every perfectly glorious Sunday afternoon on the couch watching men in tight pants run around.

Actually, wait… :P

But why can’t Football be ours? Together? Why can’t Taylor Swift turn the heads of our daughters as she claps loudly for the man she loves? And why can’t men see it as an opportunity to bond with their girls, their wives, over something they love?

We’re not trying to take it from you. We’re trying to be part of it with you. We’re willing to look stupid and ask dumb questions and sit and let you explain it to us.

Because we love to see the way your face lights up talking about the things you love.

We’ve learned to love football, because we love you. Don’t you get it?

But you tease us, drill us with impossible to answer questions because no we didn’t study 100 years of football history before we sat down to watch and you throw it down the field and tell us to go away —but, interception!

Just because Taylor Swift is the reason so many of us found ourselves here lost and confused and looking for an espresso martini to hold onto like a security blanket, it doesn’t mean we don’t want to let our hair down, wear your favourite team jersey and yell things like “bro you gotta catch that!” with you.

I don’t think, or know whether Tay Tay is performing Super Bowl this season. I mean, she basically just did 150 of those on her Eras tour. Taylor Swift doesn’t need football, and that’s what makes this whole thing so pure.

In fact, if there was an artist I’d love to see rock a Super Bowl Stadium, it’s not our girl, Taylor, I’m not sure she has the power vocals honestly—it’s Miley Cyrus.

But I have to wonder why the narrative in something like, let’s say, politics or business is that women can’t run a country or a company because they are too emotional. And yet, men fumble their so-called manhood and scream into the internet abyss anytime Taylor Swift is mentioned in the same sentence as football?

We don’t even know why we hate Taylor Swift. You can’t get mad at your girlfriend’s fandom and obsession with friendship bracelets when you wear the last name of another man on your back and yell at the television every Sunday crying over your failed over/unders.

Tay Tay isn’t going anywhere. Women aren’t going anywhere.

So my advice? Drink some gatorade. Take a breather on the bench.

Because Bo Nix just threw a touchdown so if you’re not gunna high five me over the hot wings and beers —

You need to calm down.

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Written By: Krystle Fata | August 16, 2025 | Taylor Swift at the Super Bowl