Most importantly, it’s just simply unbelievable. Unlike “Sympathy is a Knife,” which came from a place of true honesty, vulnerability, Taylor’s “Actually Romantic” comes from a place of gimmick, mimicry, kitsch. Charli’s song is the masterful sublimation of terrifying feelings of inadequacy, existential limitations, anguish, the desire for the unattainable into a universal poem that’s also a banger. I suppose I can’t say I know the inner workings of Taylor’s sexuality, but the idea that she’s found some enlightened eroticism in a woman wishing the demise of her relationship, and feeling painfully insecure in her presence, seems like a trumped up pretense.