A Letter for Rapper "YG" - Your Governor's Ball Exploitation

A Letter for Rapper "YG" - Your Governor's Ball Exploitation

Not a musical performance, but a sexual harassment performance.

All weekend I'm sure you saw the pictures on Instagram from Governor's Ball or the endless albums on Facebook. From the outside, it looks like it's all fun and games - the singing, dancing and chanting. We all wish we could go, and I'm sure you also were upset when you saw the tickets were the price of a mortgage. However, rapper YG turned Governor's Ball into something else. I was scrolling through Facebook when I saw a post from a Facebook friend Sydney Luks, a young poet from New Jersey, whose Governor's Ball post was anything but the average. Sydney posted about an experience she saw at the music festival, and it wasn't about how good the lineup was or how extravagant all the food tasted. Sydney's post explained what she witnessed at YG's performance. Instead of a music performance, YG executed a sexual harassment performance.

During the rapper's show, the jumbo screen was set on a girl who looked around the age of 18. YG looked towards the girl and yelled, "I didn't come all the way to New York without seeing some titties!" You could tell a chill ran down her spine (and not in a good way). She shook her head no, but YG was relentless. The rapper was creating the show that will haunt this girl forever. YG got the entire crowd the chant "TITTIES! TITTIES! TITTIES!" in order to influence her to take her shirt off. All eyes were set on the girl as someone attempted to pull on her shirt. The girl continued to fight it and make it clear that it wasn't going to happen. However, YG and the crowd persisted. When it became clear she wasn't about to expose herself to thousands of people just because a famous rapper was harassing her from afar, YG dedicated his next song "Bitches Ain't Shit" to the girl who refused to show her chest in front of everyone. He then influenced the crowd to "Boo" her. Rightfully, she ran out of the show.

Dear YG,

You ruined not only a day this weekend but also a life. I'm sure this moment will run through this girl's head everyday, whether it be a terrifying flashback or a nightmare. You sexually harassed this girl, whether you realize it or not. Females face this type of harassment all the time and as in influencer you should be fighting it, not promoting it. Your little episode this weekend made it seem like it was okay for people to pressure women into exposing themselves when this generation has been trying so hard to prove the opposite. Maybe you thought it would be "funny" or "cool," but you don't know what this young girl has faced before. Maybe you weren't the first person to sexually harass her. Maybe she is already in therapy for a similar situation. Maybe she was at the festival to take her mind off a time tough she may be going through. No woman should ever be harassed or pressured in this way, especially at the young age of 18. YG, you not only condescended this girl to her face, but also you made sure it had an audience of thousands of people. So thanks a lot YG, for putting on quite the performance.


The generation of girls who have been trying to prove ourselves to be more than a pair of breasts (or in your case, "titties").

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I Went To "The Bachelor" Auditions

And here's why you won’t be seeing me on TV.

It’s finally time to admit my guilty pleasure: I have always been a huge fan of The Bachelor.

I can readily admit that I’ve been a part of Bachelor fantasy leagues, watch parties, solo watching — you name it, I’ve gone the whole nine yards. While I will admit that the show can be incredibly trashy at times, something about it makes me want to watch it that much more. So when I found out that The Bachelor was holding auditions in Houston, I had to investigate.

While I never had the intention of actually auditioning, there was no way I would miss an opportunity to spend some time people watching and check out the filming location of one of my favorite TV shows.

The casting location of The Bachelor, The Downtown Aquarium in Houston, was less than two blocks away from my office. I assumed that I would easily be able to spot the audition line, secretly hoping that the endless line of people would beg the question: what fish could draw THAT big of a crowd?

As I trekked around the tanks full of aquatic creatures in my bright pink dress and heels (feeling somewhat silly for being in such nice clothes in an aquarium and being really proud of myself for somewhat looking the part), I realized that these auditions would be a lot harder to find than I thought.

Finally, I followed the scent of hairspray leading me up the elevator to the third floor of the aquarium.

The doors slid open. I found myself at the end of a large line of 20-something-year-old men and women and I could feel all eyes on me, their next competitor. I watched as one woman pulled out her travel sized hair curler, someone practiced answering interview questions with a companion, and a man (who was definitely a little too old to be the next bachelor) trying out his own pick-up lines on some of the women standing next to him.

I walked to the end of the line (trying to maintain my nonchalant attitude — I don’t want to find love on a TV show). As I looked around, I realized that one woman had not taken her eyes off of me. She batted her fake eyelashes and looked at her friend, mumbling something about the *grumble mumble* “girl in the pink dress.”

I felt a wave of insecurity as I looked down at my body, immediately beginning to recognize the minor flaws in my appearance.

The string hanging off my dress, the bruise on my ankle, the smudge of mascara I was sure I had on the left corner of my eye. I could feel myself begin to sweat. These women were all so gorgeous. Everyone’s hair was perfectly in place, their eyeliner was done flawlessly, and most of them looked like they had just walked off the runway. Obviously, I stuck out like a sore thumb.

I walked over to the couches and sat down. For someone who for the most part spent most of the two hours each Monday night mocking the cast, I was shocked by how much pressure and tension I felt in the room.

A cop, stationed outside the audition room, looked over at me. After a brief explanation that I was just there to watch, he smiled and offered me a tour around the audition space. I watched the lines of beautiful people walk in and out of the space, realizing that each and every one of these contestants to-be was fixated on their own flaws rather than actually worrying about “love.”

Being with all these people, I can see why it’s so easy to get sucked into the fantasy. Reality TV sells because it’s different than real life. And really, what girl wouldn’t like a rose?

Why was I so intimidated by these people? Reality TV is actually the biggest oxymoron. In real life, one person doesn’t get to call all the shots. Every night isn’t going to be in a helicopter looking over the south of France. A real relationship depends on more than the first impression.

The best part of being in a relationship is the reality. The best part about yourself isn’t your high heels. It’s not the perfect dress or the great pick-up lines. It’s being with the person that you can be real with. While I will always be a fan of The Bachelor franchise, this was a nice dose of reality. I think I’ll stick to my cheap sushi dates and getting caught in the rain.

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I'm all for options, but man, do we really need 24? I mean, I can barely pick a flavor of ice cream at Baskin Robbins let alone a potential President.


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Democrats seriously believe that they can beat Trump in 2020. They say they have learned from the mistakes of 2016, and have the guts and the momentum to storm back into the White House. By July of next year, there will be only one candidate left. Will they be able to reconcile the divide during the primaries? We will see. It will surely be a fun election cycle, so make sure to have your popcorn ready and your ballot at hand to pick your favorite candidate, no matter what party you lean towards.

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