I have nothing personal against the YDN. Occasionally I make jokes at its expense—I’ve called it the YD”N” a few times—but I have a soft spot for the paper, because its my university’s news daily. I’m a lover, not a fighter, and a sympathetic reader of campus news. After I spent a year working on another campus publication, I only grew more understanding of the YDN and its occasional missteps. Student publications are flawed, because we’re flawed. I’m so flawed. Sometimes I say mean things about people I don’t know. Sometimes I curse. It’s been a while since I’ve meditated and I text in section.
But today in the YDN’s annual prank issue, shit got so lame, and I’m here to say YDNever again, you guys. TYHFFE, YDNever again. Right now I’m back in bed and listening to the new Drake, because I have no patience for hatred, no patience for bad jokes about mental health, no patience for little battles, tiny wars. Today in the YDNever Again, the Yale Herald‘s former editirix-in-chief, 1 of my main homegirls, and a deeply sympathetic reader of campus news got relentlessly shamed. YDN, we will never Blacklist you again; we have bigger fish to fry. It’s absolutely over. Games are for children and I’ve got my Bain interview and a waxing appointment tomorrow. I’m just not a child anymore.
To reiterate: the Yale Herald is over it. To anyone out there who’s ever felt like a “BLACK HOLE OF DESPAIR,” the Yale Herald is here for you. YDNever again.
I just texted Erap and this is what she’s gotta say: “You can be the biggest assholes on campus or you can be the biggest losers on campus, but you can’t be both.” That’s the final word, y’all. We’re outtie.