"Yo, Taylor, I'm really happy for you. I'll let you finish, but are you for real?"
When I say that, I'm not being rude about Taylor Swift - like Kanye West once was at an awards ceremony when he grabbed the microphone off her and interrupted her acceptance speech - it's just that surely, this Pennsylvania-born lass-turned-southern belle, who sings nice country pop songs, is too good to be true?
She's beautiful, rich (the biggest earning music star on the planet for the year just gone, in fact), a role model to millions, and though I like my music with a few more corrupting morals and dodgy ethics, this girl is mighty fine at what she does.
And did I mention that she's just so goddamn nice and believes all her fans are her friends? And at concerts, her "friends" give the love back with piercing screams, joyful tears, and uncontrollable shaking.
As she told TimeOut in our cover story last year when her shows in New Zealand were announced: "That these kids consider me a role model is an amazing compliment. These mums come up to me and say, 'thank you', and to me, it's the sweetest thing because they're complimenting [my] character and that's a wonderful thing to get a compliment on".