One of the great shames in life is that you can impose your own religion on your children, but not your own taste in music. Nobody tells you that in advance.
Even before she was five years old, my daughter regularly engaged me in discussions about whether there was a God and, if so, why he – or she – was acting so strangely. And she accepted my very vague, spontaneously improvised answers. That same year her favorite song was “Call Me Maybe” by Carly Rae Jepsen, I had to listen to it about 14 million times in the car. From all catchy As far as pop songs go, it’s perhaps the catchiest. And then came Taylor Swift.