Oh Taylor Swift.

Taylor Taylor Taylor.

I heard on the radio that your serial monogamist self is again going through a breakup. This time with Connor Kennedy.

I suspect that you have a whole team of people helping you write the album as we speak but I have a potentially lucrative idea for you:

Stay single for over a year and write songs about that magical experience!

You can write ballads about what it’s like to not share the remote, let your leg hair grow with reckless abandon in winter, and buy yourself leftover markdown chocolate on February 15th. Not a glam life by any means, but so many girls would have so many more songs to belt out in their cars.