If I had the talent of just Taylor Swift’s toe, I’d have written fifteen diss tracks about one boss I had about ten years ago, a handful about my husband’s friend’s wife, and at least two about my children’s nursery. Not because I particularly wish them ill (or not that much ill), but because they are a fun distraction. The nemeses we pick up on the path of life are often fuelled by misunderstandings, jealousies, and pettiness, which is what makes them so melodramatic and enjoyable. If we dismantle a grudge and truly break it down with sparse emotion and scientific analysis, they are usually, completely ridiculous. I once cursed the day someone was born because they cancelled plans on me for the fourth time in a row. The rage was real, the reason was silly.
