Tearing up for Brady and your kids! What a wonderful experience for you.
My husband took our daughter to see BTS as a high school graduation present (had to travel to another city, coincidentally my hometown), and while she wasn't a member of the 'Army', she was a big fan. It was meaningful to us to reward her at the end of a mostly tumultuous (socially and academically) middle school/high school career. My husband knew exactly none of the songs, but enjoyed the spectacle and our daughter's excitement.
I love this connection/explanation! You hit all the points, and you are correct. It was a pilgrimage, & it’s absolutely a pilgrimage economy. And the moment of God in that Chilies was artistically rendered. Yay Brady! Yay friends! Yay for found families that will take care of our babies.
Tearing up for this wonderful experience. Thank you for sharing your experience and insight. Such beautiful connections. I love reading your work it always makes me see the world in a little different way. Like a small turning of the same image that just illuminates things unseen. 💕💕
Brilliant. I’m smiling reading this on a Sunday morning. The sharing of your experience illuminates, shining a bright light for us as we gather and if attention is the beginning of devotion, than I think we are happily basking the glow of God in 🌶️
This made me cry. I was on board through the whole pilgrimage metaphor and then…. The thought of “pilgrims who can consecrate anything” the idea of anything sanctified. Yes! This is the whole point isn’t it. To make everything holy and take care of each other. Beautiful words❤️ Also as the mother of a queer child I carry a lot of fear in my heart and this soothes it some.
I love thé analysis, but I CANT get over how moving the sharing of the bracelets is to me. I just love it. That’s what I wish for all humanity. I don’t care if it’s kitschy to say it.
Just me. Sitting at my kitchen table. Crying at the transcendence of the bracelet experience. Up until then I was fully engaged intellectually, considering my own experience with my young adult girls at the Vegas show. And then it hit me in the feels. (Much like Barbie did yesterday.) thank you for sharing
Ohhh, Meg. This was so very lovely. Well researched, thought-provoking, tender, and just so much fun to read. Thank all that is holy for the Bradys of our world!
Touched most of all by the space you made, you gave, for your daughter: a place in your purse for what wasn’t right for her right then. Speaking up for her, in a way that protected her space, her choices, without sealing her away.
I read this yesterday and this sense has kept growing in me since.
Your analogy explains a lot. It sounds like the concert was an amazing experience.
I was visiting Pittsburgh when Taylor Swift came to town. A lot of the Swifties stayed at our hotel. They were easy to spot: They were decked out in heavy makeup, bright colors, and occasionally in cowboy gear. And glitter! So much glitter. Almost all of them were women and girls. All of them were ECSTATIC. Groups of Swifties would run into other groups of Swifties and become instant buddies. the concert-goers had come from all over the region: Pennsylvania, New York, Ohio, D.C., New Jersey. A few of them had followed her from city to city. Some traveled for an hour or more just to camp outside the stadium.
The town got into it, too. The Science Museum had hidden 10 little figures of Taylor Swift, one for each era, in their room-sized model train. There was a small prize for any kid who could spot all 10.
The fun (for me) part: I was in Pittsburgh to attend StokerCon, a horror writer convention. Many of the horror writers dress more-or-less like goths. Watching the two groups mingle in the lobby was amusing. Especially when members of the two groups talked to each other; horror writers are an incredibly friendly lot, at least the ones I met.
When I first heard that we should all prepare for, "The Attack of the Living Swifties," I rolled my eyes. But when I saw the fans in person, I was touched by their happiness and enthusiasm, especially the tweens. I don't know Taylor's music well at all, but I'll be damned if I'm gonna harsh that squee.
So beautiful. I'm always so grateful to spend time with your mind and heart.
Tearing up for Brady and your kids! What a wonderful experience for you.
My husband took our daughter to see BTS as a high school graduation present (had to travel to another city, coincidentally my hometown), and while she wasn't a member of the 'Army', she was a big fan. It was meaningful to us to reward her at the end of a mostly tumultuous (socially and academically) middle school/high school career. My husband knew exactly none of the songs, but enjoyed the spectacle and our daughter's excitement.
I love this connection/explanation! You hit all the points, and you are correct. It was a pilgrimage, & it’s absolutely a pilgrimage economy. And the moment of God in that Chilies was artistically rendered. Yay Brady! Yay friends! Yay for found families that will take care of our babies.
Tearing up for this wonderful experience. Thank you for sharing your experience and insight. Such beautiful connections. I love reading your work it always makes me see the world in a little different way. Like a small turning of the same image that just illuminates things unseen. 💕💕
Brilliant. I’m smiling reading this on a Sunday morning. The sharing of your experience illuminates, shining a bright light for us as we gather and if attention is the beginning of devotion, than I think we are happily basking the glow of God in 🌶️
Love LOVE the connections you make Meg! I am never disappointed by having my mind blown.
This made me cry. I was on board through the whole pilgrimage metaphor and then…. The thought of “pilgrims who can consecrate anything” the idea of anything sanctified. Yes! This is the whole point isn’t it. To make everything holy and take care of each other. Beautiful words❤️ Also as the mother of a queer child I carry a lot of fear in my heart and this soothes it some.
This was beautiful and heartwarming. Gd can be found in community.
I love thé analysis, but I CANT get over how moving the sharing of the bracelets is to me. I just love it. That’s what I wish for all humanity. I don’t care if it’s kitschy to say it.
Just me. Sitting at my kitchen table. Crying at the transcendence of the bracelet experience. Up until then I was fully engaged intellectually, considering my own experience with my young adult girls at the Vegas show. And then it hit me in the feels. (Much like Barbie did yesterday.) thank you for sharing
Ohhh, Meg. This was so very lovely. Well researched, thought-provoking, tender, and just so much fun to read. Thank all that is holy for the Bradys of our world!
Meg, this is beautiful, thank you for sharing
What an incredible newsletter, I think my favorite of yours I've ever read! I'm feeling so many feelings on a Monday morning.
Touched most of all by the space you made, you gave, for your daughter: a place in your purse for what wasn’t right for her right then. Speaking up for her, in a way that protected her space, her choices, without sealing her away.
I read this yesterday and this sense has kept growing in me since.
Thank you for this connection. I have called The Eras Tour "the most holy experience of my life" so this hits perfectly.
Your analogy explains a lot. It sounds like the concert was an amazing experience.
I was visiting Pittsburgh when Taylor Swift came to town. A lot of the Swifties stayed at our hotel. They were easy to spot: They were decked out in heavy makeup, bright colors, and occasionally in cowboy gear. And glitter! So much glitter. Almost all of them were women and girls. All of them were ECSTATIC. Groups of Swifties would run into other groups of Swifties and become instant buddies. the concert-goers had come from all over the region: Pennsylvania, New York, Ohio, D.C., New Jersey. A few of them had followed her from city to city. Some traveled for an hour or more just to camp outside the stadium.
The town got into it, too. The Science Museum had hidden 10 little figures of Taylor Swift, one for each era, in their room-sized model train. There was a small prize for any kid who could spot all 10.
The fun (for me) part: I was in Pittsburgh to attend StokerCon, a horror writer convention. Many of the horror writers dress more-or-less like goths. Watching the two groups mingle in the lobby was amusing. Especially when members of the two groups talked to each other; horror writers are an incredibly friendly lot, at least the ones I met.
When I first heard that we should all prepare for, "The Attack of the Living Swifties," I rolled my eyes. But when I saw the fans in person, I was touched by their happiness and enthusiasm, especially the tweens. I don't know Taylor's music well at all, but I'll be damned if I'm gonna harsh that squee.