Journey to Fearless

I watched Taylor Swift: Journey to Fearless with my daughters. It's a sort of documentary about Taylor's "Fearless" tour in 2010. It was great fun to see her personality and how she put the show together. She seems like a sweet girl who is still genuinely surprised by her success and enjoying sharing her songs and herself with the world.

We really liked seeing how she treats her fans so well: walking through the arena and giving out hugs and bracelets, holding a tea (T) party after each show for some big fans they find in the audience... Stuff that's just fun and personal.

As a mom I loved seeing the relationship "Mama Swift" (that's how she's known by all on the tour) has with her daughter. They seem to be happy spending time together and it's nice to see a daughter respect and love her mother so much. She even wrote her a beautiful song! (If you want to cry, or just feel warm and fuzzy watch The Best Day.) My favorite part of the series was in episode 2 when Mama told the dance choreographers that there were a few suggestive moves she didn't want in the show. She said she was thinking of moms covering their ten-year-olds' eyes during those parts. --Excited little claps for good moms!-- It made me wish I had been at one of her concerts with my girls. Not to mention how much I appreciate the lack of seductive undertones should I have brought my son. How wonderful to know that you put on an exciting, fun show without having to resort to calling up hormones. I hope Taylor is able to keep this attitude up as she grows older and does more performing.

I recommend Taylor Swift: Journey to Fearless as a great way to learn about how entertainment and music can be fun while still holding to high morals. Of course I wish she had sleeves on her shoulders and a few more inches on her skirt, but I'm willing to look at the big picture here. Taylor is a great example of loving yourself (we see that she was once a loner and seen as weird at school), others (be they friends, fans, or the tour crew), and your family!

Rating: Squeaky

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