Look what you made [her] do. When a minimalistic, black furry coated Taylor Swift stands above a mound of her old personas, kicking them in the face as they try to reach her, it is clear that the old Taylor is dead, and the new one is here to stay. Critics can say what they want about Swift’s comeback, but this article will have nothing to do with the endless criticizing and nitpicking of Ms. Swift. As a loyal Taylor Swift fan, I pledged my allegiance to the star a long time ago; therefore, my tolerance for fake fans is slim to none.