Taylor Swift’s outfit at the Kansas City Chiefs game has caused a lot of talk online.
On October 7, 2024, Taylor Swift made a big entrance at GEHA Field at Arrowhead Stadium to watch her boyfriend, Travis Kelce, play against the New Orleans Saints. Many were excited to see her, especially since she had missed two of his previous games. Her appearance was highly anticipated, and fans were eager to see what she would wear.
Her absence from earlier games sparked breakup rumors between her and Kelce. But by attending the game, she silenced those rumors and attracted a lot of attention from fans and photographers. Swift walked into the stadium wearing a short plaid dress and tall black boots.
In a close-up photo, Swift’s slight smile and fresh look were highlighted. Her dress had an off-shoulder design, which showcased her gold jewelry nicely. In another picture, she smiled even more broadly, with her bangs framing her face. Her hair was pulled back in a casual ponytail, combining a glamorous and simple style.
One of the most talked-about parts of her look was the glittery freckles on her face, which sparkled under the stadium lights.
Once her photos were shared online, people quickly voiced their opinions, which ranged from praise to criticism. One user joked, “I was wondering where my tablecloth [sic] went.” Another commenter criticized her boots, saying, “Bizarre boots!! They look awful on her.” Other comments included, “Is she dressed for football or a nightclub?” and “Grow up; she looks like a high school girl [sic].”
Many comments focused on her footwear, with remarks like, “She can’t walk in those boots. So dumb…” But other fans defended her, saying, “She’s a wonderful human and so talented!” Another fan chimed in, “She’s awesome. She’s looking pretty niiice [sic].” One user who wasn’t a big fan of Swift added, “Not exactly a fan…but loving her outfit!”
Her facial glitter also caught attention. One fan commented, “The face glitter? Are you kidding? She’s so cute!” Another said, “Taylor Swift makes the whole place shimmer.”
This isn’t the first time Swift has faced criticism for her outfits at Kelce’s games. Previously, on September 15, she attended a game wearing a red, oversized Kansas City Chiefs t-shirt as a mini dress, which fans labeled as “so trashy.” She paired it with thigh-high black leather boots, a black crossbody bag, and gold chains. Her signature hoop earrings and bold red lipstick completed her look, while her blonde hair fell in messy waves.
Swift made a fashion statement as she arrived and later cheered from the Chiefs’ VIP suite. While some fans loved her bold style, others were not impressed. One user questioned, “With all her money, that’s what she wears?”
More negative comments followed, with one saying, “Omg… again her outfit is so trashy… what’s happening to her?” Another remarked, “Looking like an old-fashioned street walker as usual.” Critics also pointed out that her outfit seemed out of place compared to other players’ wives and girlfriends, who wore more traditional game-day clothing. One commenter said, “She dresses like a teenager.”
Some wondered if her changing style was part of a strategy to gain publicity since her relationship with Kelce became public. “Her outfits are getting goofier. Does she really need the attention? Seems since Kelce, she’s all about PR,” wrote one user.
Critics said her style didn’t fit with the more traditional game-day outfits worn by the wives and girlfriends of other players. One commenter said, “She dresses like a teenager.” Some even wondered if her changing style was a way to get more attention since her relationship with Kelce became public. One person wrote, “Her outfits are getting goofier. Does she really need the attention? Seems since Kelce she’s all about PR.”
This wasn’t the first time Swift’s outfit at a game had sparked criticism. Back on September 15, 2024, she wore a red oversized Kansas City Chiefs tee to a game between the Chiefs and the Cincinnati Bengals. Some fans didn’t like how she turned the tee into a mini dress.
She paired the look with thigh-high black leather boots, a black crossbody bag, and gold chains. Hoop earrings and her bold red lipstick completed the outfit, while her blonde hair was styled in messy waves. She later cheered from the Chiefs’ VIP suite.
Some fans didn’t like this outfit either. One user asked, “With all her money, that’s what she wears?” Another said, “Omg… again her outfit is so trashy… what’s happening to her?” Some even compared her look to that of an “old-fashioned street walker.”
No matter what people think about her outfits, Swift continues to grab attention wherever she goes—on and off the football field.
My Husband Refused to Buy a New Washing Machine and Told Me to Wash Everything by Hand — Because He Promised His Mom a Vacation Instead
Six months postpartum, drowning in baby laundry, and exhausted beyond words, I thought my husband would understand when our washing machine broke. But instead of helping, he shrugged and said, “Just wash everything by hand—people did it for centuries.”
I never thought I’d spend this much time doing laundry.
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Six months ago, I gave birth to our first baby. Since then, my life had turned into a never-ending cycle of feeding, changing diapers, cleaning, cooking, and washing. So much washing. Babies go through more clothes in a day than an entire football team.
On a good day, I washed at least eight pounds of tiny onesies, burp cloths, blankets, and bibs. On a bad day? Let’s just say I stopped counting.
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So when the washing machine broke, I knew I was in trouble.
I had just pulled out a soaking pile of clothes when it sputtered, let out a sad grinding noise, and died. I pressed the buttons. Nothing. I unplugged it, plugged it back in. Nothing.
My heart sank.
When Billy got home from work, I wasted no time.
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“The washing machine is dead,” I said as soon as he stepped through the door. “We need a new one.”
Billy barely looked up from his phone. “Huh?”
“I said the washing machine broke. We need to replace it. Soon.”
He nodded absently, kicked off his shoes, and scrolled through his screen. “Yeah. Not this month.”
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I blinked. “What?”
“Not this month,” he repeated. “Maybe next month when I get my salary. Three weeks.”
I felt my stomach twist. “Billy, I can’t go three weeks without a washing machine. The baby’s clothes need to be cleaned properly every day.”
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Billy sighed like I was asking for something unreasonable. He put his phone down and stretched his arms over his head. “Look, I already promised to pay for my mom’s vacation this month. She really deserves it.”
I stared at him. “Your mom’s vacation?”
“Yeah. She’s been babysitting for us. I thought it’d be nice to do something for her.”
Babysitting?
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I swallowed hard. His mother came over once a month. She sat on the couch, watched TV, ate the dinner I cooked, and took a nap while the baby slept. That wasn’t babysitting. That was visiting.
Billy kept talking like he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on me. “She said she needed a break, so I figured I’d cover her trip. It’s just for a few days.”
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I crossed my arms. “Billy, your mom doesn’t babysit. She comes over, eats, naps, and goes home.”
He frowned. “That’s not true.”
“Oh, really? When was the last time she changed a diaper?”
Billy opened his mouth, then shut it. “That’s not the point.”
I let out a sharp laugh. “Oh, I think it is.”
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He groaned, rubbing his face. “Look, can’t you just wash everything by hand for now? People used to do that for centuries. Nobody died from it.”
I stared at him, feeling my blood boil. Wash everything by hand. Like I wasn’t already drowning in work, exhausted, aching, and running on three hours of sleep a night.
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I took a slow, deep breath, my hands clenching into fists. I wanted to yell, to scream, to make him understand how unfair this was. But I knew Billy. Arguing wouldn’t change his mind.
I exhaled and looked at the pile of dirty clothes stacked by the door. Fine. If he wanted me to wash everything by hand, then that’s exactly what I’d do.
The first load wasn’t so bad.
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I filled the bathtub with soapy water, dropped in the baby’s clothes, and started scrubbing. My arms ached, but I told myself it was temporary. Just a few weeks.
By the third load, my back was screaming. My fingers were raw. And I still had towels, bedsheets, and Billy’s work clothes waiting for me.
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Every day was the same. Wake up, feed the baby, clean, cook, do laundry by hand, wring it out, hang it up. By the time I was done, my hands were swollen, my shoulders stiff, and my body exhausted.
Billy didn’t notice.
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He came home, kicked off his shoes, ate the dinner I cooked, and stretched out on the couch. I could barely hold a spoon, but he never once asked if I needed help. Never looked at my hands, red and cracked from hours of scrubbing.
One night, after I’d finished washing another pile of clothes, I collapsed onto the couch next to him. I winced as I rubbed my aching fingers.
Billy glanced at me. “What’s wrong with you?”
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I stared at him. “What’s wrong with me?”
He shrugged. “You look tired.”
I let out a bitter laugh. “Gee, I wonder why.”
He didn’t even flinch. Just turned back to the TV. That was the moment something snapped inside me.
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Billy wasn’t going to understand—not unless he felt the inconvenience himself. If he wanted me to live like a 19th-century housewife, then fine. He could live like a caveman.
So I planned my revenge.
The next morning, I packed his lunch as usual. Except instead of the big, hearty meal he expected, I filled his lunchbox with stones. Right on top, I placed a folded note.
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Then I kissed his cheek and sent him off to work.
And I waited.
At exactly 12:30 PM, Billy stormed through the front door, red-faced and furious.
“What the hell have you done?!” he shouted, slamming his lunchbox onto the counter.
I turned from the sink, wiping my hands on a towel. “What do you mean, sweetheart?”
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He flipped open the lid, revealing the pile of rocks. He grabbed the note and read it out loud.
“Men used to get food for their families themselves. Go hunt your meal, make fire with stones, and fry it.”
His face twisted in rage. “Are you out of your damn mind, Shirley? I had to open this in front of my coworkers!”
I crossed my arms. “Oh, so public humiliation is bad when it happens to you?”
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Billy clenched his jaw. He looked like he wanted to yell, but for once, he didn’t have a comeback.
I crossed my arms and tilted my head. “Go on, Billy. Tell me how this is different.”
His jaw tightened. “Shirley, this is—this is just childish.”
I let out a sharp laugh. “Oh, I see. So your suffering is real, but mine is just me being childish?”
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He threw his hands in the air. “You could have just talked to me!”
I stepped forward, fire burning in my chest. “Talked to you? I did, Billy. I told you I couldn’t go three weeks without a washing machine. I told you I was exhausted. And you shrugged and told me to do it by hand. Like I was some woman from the 1800s!”
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His nostrils flared, but I could see the tiny flicker of guilt creeping in. He knew I was right.
I pointed at his lunchbox. “You thought I’d just take it, huh? That I’d wash and scrub and break my back while you sat on that couch every night without a care in the world?”
Billy looked away, rubbing the back of his neck.
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I shook my head. “I’m not a servant, Billy. And I’m sure as hell not your mother.”
Silence. Then, finally, he muttered, “I get it.”
“Do you?” I asked.
He sighed, shoulders slumping. “Yeah. I do.”
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I watched him for a long moment, letting his words settle. Then I turned back to the sink. “Good,” I said, rinsing off my hands. “Because I meant it, Billy. If you ever put your mother’s vacation over my basic needs again, you’d better learn how to start a fire with those rocks.”
Billy sulked for the rest of the evening.
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He barely touched his dinner. He didn’t turn on the TV. He sat on the couch, arms crossed, staring at the wall like it had personally betrayed him. Every now and then, he sighed loudly, like I was supposed to feel bad for him.
I didn’t.
For once, he was the one uncomfortable. He was the one who had to sit with the weight of his own choices. And I was perfectly fine letting him stew in it.
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The next morning, something strange happened.
Billy’s alarm went off earlier than usual. Instead of hitting snooze five times, he actually got up. He got dressed quickly and left without a word.
I didn’t ask where he was going. I just waited.
That evening, when he came home, I heard it before I saw it—the unmistakable sound of a large box being dragged through the doorway.
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I turned around and there it was. A brand-new washing machine.
Billy didn’t say anything. He just set it up, plugging in hoses, checking the settings. No complaints. No excuses. Just quiet determination.
When he finished, he finally looked up. His face was sheepish, his voice low.
“I get it now.”
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I watched him for a moment, then nodded. “Good.”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “I, uh… should’ve listened to you sooner.”
“Yeah,” I said, crossing my arms. “You should have.”
He swallowed, nodded again, then grabbed his phone and walked away without argument or justification. Just acceptance. And honestly? That was enough.
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