I’m no fanboy of Taylor Swift. At one point about a year ago, I asked my wife and daughters to alert me when one of her songs started playing, so I could have a vague idea of what the big deal is. Even now, after hearing several of her songs repeatedly, I couldn’t name a damned one of them. They sound mostly the same to me. Yeah, I know. Old fuddy-duddy dads say that about the music of whatever current youth generation. Your old man griped about Elvis and the Beatles sounding alike. Of course, the difference was that that music didn’t sound the same, whereas much of today’s mass-produced junk does.

But I digress!

I’m also no fan of Ms. Swift’s left-wing politics. Last year, Tay Tay stuck her pretty little nose in the presidential race, dropping an obnoxious, vacuous, pre-scripted endorsement of Kamala Harris minutes after the presidential debate. Swift babbled some adolescent, pelvis-obsessed mumbo-jumbo about “LGBTQ+ rights, IVF, and a woman’s right to her own body.”

While I’m at it, I’m also no fan of Swift’s boyfriend, Travis Kelce. I say that mainly because I’m not a fan of the Kansas City Chiefs. They’re simply not my team, having been born and bred in black and gold for my beloved Pittsburgh Steelers. Still, I have great respect for him and his Chiefs (and his quarterback, Patrick Mahomes) for their remarkable accomplishments on the football field. The man is a first-ballot Hall of Famer.

I’m also no fan of Kelce’s stumping for Pfizer, the pharmaceutical company that during COVID gave us the infamous mRNA clot-shot, marketed as a “vaccine” that liberals (big proponents of “my-body-my-choice”) tried to force us all to take, even when we had medical or conscience objections. Travis has become a poster boy for Pfizer, prompting the excellent Aaron Rodgers to dub him “Mr. Pfizer.” (My teenage son has dubbed Kelce “Mr. Swift.”)

But, with all of that said, I must here confess that I am a big fan of the decision made this past week by Swift and Kelce. They announced to the world and fans everywhere that they are engaged.

I had actually written a piece after the Super Bowl back in February (for another publication), urging Swift and Kelce to get hitched. I had been prompted by the “big news” circulating when a reporter had asked Kelce if he planned to pop the question to the pop star. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Kelce quipped. Asked if was planning on a ring, he slyly replied: “A Super Bowl ring? Next question.” 

My interest in Kelce’s response was less pop culture than moral culture. From my keyboard, I lectured the Chief that this isn’t something to chuckle at, particularly given the massive influence of his celebrity girlfriend.

Taylor Swift is a gigantic role model to girls. That’s one of the reasons that her pal Kamala was ga-ga over Tay Tay’s political endorsement. And given her influence, it is not good for young girls to observe Swift and her football big-shot prancing all over the planet together. The unmarried gal and guy romp and roll half-naked on beaches and share hotel beds. 

In other words, they do the things that married couples do.

They also do it with wads of money. Kelce is rich from football — worth tens of millions of dollars. As for Swift, she’s a literal billionaire.

With that kind of cash, Swift can frolic with her boyfriend carefree. But as for her fans, those girls cannot afford that kind of lifestyle. They need boyfriends who don’t treat them like rich playthings. They need stability and commitment. Swift was raised as a working-class girl in Reading, Pennsylvania (my sister lived there at the time). But as sociologist and longtime friend of The American Spectator Charles Murray has noted in his disturbing book, Coming Apart, it is precisely that working class that has been decimated. That class is plagued by unmarried girls struggling to support kids because the guys who used them for sex had no desire to marry them and treat them as wives and man up to take care of their shared children. These poor girls become “baby mamas.” 

Whereas Tay Tay is worth a cool $1.6 bil, those girls are lucky if they can afford daycare.

My point was that if Swift is going to be a role model for girls, then she should model marriage. She and Kelce should get engaged and get married. 

But honestly, I wasn’t optimistic. I figured this celebrity couple would implode like most of them do, relegating themselves to the ash heap of other sad tabloid romances.

And yet, that is apparently not the case. I’m happy to hear of their announcement this week.

Now, if I may go further. 

Let’s see Taylor Swift take an even bolder, braver, and more natural-moral step that would really make her a marvel to girldom. Let’s see her and Kelce go through with the marriage plans — full ceremony, in a church, wedding gown, bridesmaids and groomsmen, and walk down that aisle, sooner rather than later, without delays. Moreover, let’s see them have a baby. 

Yes, a baby. A married man and woman who become one flesh. A child. And to borrow from Sydney Sweeney — one with obviously great genes.

Why not? The world knows the two are having lots of sex, and they’re obviously contracepting.

Well, let’s see the couple take a most beautiful step together and give the gift of life to a baby girl or boy.

Now that’s something I would really be a fan of.