Taylor Swift’s interaction with Celine Dion at the Grammys has been defended by The View hosts.
Swift took home the ‘Album of the Year’ award – for the fourth time – at the 66th AnnuaI Grammy Awards ceremony held on Sunday (February 4) at the Crypto.com Arena in Los Angeles.
However, rather than simpIy celebrating her win, some viewers flocked to social media to condemn Swift’s apparent treatment of Dion who was presenting the award.
Despite footage of the event showing Swift singing along to Dion’s ‘The Power of Love’ as the 55-year-old entered the stage, oh and the pair being snapped embracing after the ceremony was over, some sociaI media users honed in on the moment Swift took the award from Dion.
However, The View hosts have since addressed the moment and the backlash Swift has faced over it. During yesterday’s episode of The View, Sunny Hostin acknowIedged there’s been ‘controversy’ surrounding Swift’s acceptance of the award and people saying Swift ‘didn’t give [Dion] enough flowers’.
However, the host argued the moment was ‘Taylor’s’ and she was probabIy shocked and just ‘got caught up in the moment’. Co-panelist Sara Haines added there was clearly ‘a lot of emotion’ going on for Swift who she similarly believes was ‘shocked’. Alongside being targeted for her interaction with Dion, Swift has also faced criticism recently from NFL fans over her attending games in support of her Kansas City Chiefs’ player boyfriend, Travis Kelce.
Fellow The View host Ana Navarro commended Swift earIier in the show for ‘not letting [haters] take away her happiness and her success’. All those people bullying Taylor Swift are turning me into a Taylor Swift fan, she said. Because she’s responding to it with such grace and such joy.
My Stepdaughter Insisted I Reassign All Her Deceased Father’s Possessions into Her Name – I Complied, Yet She Was Unpleased
The emptiness of George’s departure permeates their residence, his presence enduring in the shirt Mariana grips nightly. However, it wasn’t his passing that devastated her… it was her stepdaughter Susan’s insistence on inheriting his wealth. When she reluctantly agreed, an unexpected twist left Susan enraged and Mariana strangely content.
Progressing past the death of a dear one is always challenging. At times, I still sense my husband George’s voice echoing in my mind. I awaken holding his cherished shirt, his fragrance still clinging to the material. Yet, as I mourned him, my stepdaughter’s actions… they utterly broke me…
I am Mariana, aged 57, wed to the kindest man, George, for 25 years. He had a daughter, Susan, aged 34, from an earlier marriage.
Our bond with Susan was once good. She addressed me as “Mom” and filled the gap in my heart from not bearing my own children. I never viewed her as “another’s” child. I cherished her as my own daughter, truly.
When Susan wed her chosen partner, George and I were thrilled. But then, everything deteriorated when George received a terminal cancer diagnosis.
Susan’s visits reduced from weekly to monthly, then ceased entirely. She seldom visited her father, occasionally phoning to inquire about his health.
One day, she posed a question that tore me apart. “How long does he have left?”
Clutching the phone tightly, my voice shook. “Susan, your father isn’t an item with an expiration date.”
“I just need to know, Mom. I’m swamped, you know that… I can’t come by often,” she responded.
“Swamped?” I repeated, my tone filled with disbelief. “Too swamped to visit your dying father?”
She exhaled deeply. “Look, I’ll attempt to come soon, okay?”
But that “soon” never materialized.
Then, the dreaded day arrived. The hospital informed me that George had passed away peacefully.
I was devastated, barely able to stand as the reality sank in. My beloved George, gone.
Shockingly, Susan didn’t attend his funeral. When I called her, she promptly excused herself.
“I’m expecting, Mom,” she stated, her tone strangely indifferent. “The doctors advised against lengthy travel due to some medical concerns.”
I swallowed hard, holding back tears. “But Susan, it’s your father’s funeral. Don’t you wish to bid him farewell one last time?”
“I can’t jeopardize my baby’s health,” she curtly replied. “You understand, right?”
I didn’t, not truly, but I nodded silently, forgetting she couldn’t see me. “Of course, dear. Take care.”
As I sat near my husband’s coffin, I couldn’t dismiss the notion that our relationship had irrevocably changed.
Six months post-George’s death, I was startled by a loud knock at my door. Opening it, I saw Susan and her husband Doug, along with a severe-looking man in a suit.
Susan entered without greeting. “Mom, we need your signature on some documents.”
Baffled, I blinked. “Which documents?”
Doug handed me a stack of papers, including a blank sheet. “Just sign these. They’re for transferring all the properties into our names.”
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