Dear Taylor Swift, I feel like I cheated on you. Nearly every moral fiber of my being did not want to see Kanye. I did not want to stand for an hour and a half watching a conceded man run around stage. But of course, curiosity won the best of me. I caved. I saw Kanye, in all of his incredibly flashy douchbaggery glory. He cut songs short, what a tease. In the end, I’m glad I got to see him live. As much as I don’t want to like him, his songs are good.