By Damn, is mad.That was my initial reaction after to her eleventh studio album, , which dropped at midnight on Friday. And this isn’t carefully curated, easily monetizable anger with a cute little snake mascot. This seems to be real rage, the kind that comes from lived pain, the kind that has led Swift to maybe let us behind the curtain in a real way for the first time in a long time.It’s hard to imagine that we could possibly ever in this lifetime need to know anything more about Taylor Swift.