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Why No One Benefits from the Censorship of LGBTQ+ YouTube

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If you're not tuned in to media news, you probably haven't heard of the harm being caused by YouTube's "restricted mode," designed to give kids and tweens a safer, more age-appropriate viewing experience. This, in theory, is a smart idea as these younger demographics are turning more and more to web video and streamed entertainment. Restricted mode aims to block content that is sexually suggestive, profane, or otherwise mature in nature. This means popular personalities like Tana Mongeau (who's most popular videos contain the 18-year-old sharing stories of getting blackout drunk and borderline glamorizing unprotected sex) and certain BuzzFeed videos surrounding topics of sexual abuse and assault. That, in my opinion, is fair game. Those are mature topics that, in addition to being entertaining and informative, aren't "rated PG," if you will. However, where YouTube crosses the line is the unfair censorship of LGBTQ+ content creators.

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Snap Decisions

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Hello, everybody and happy Valentine's Day! For the 21st year in a row, I'll be spending the holiday with the love of my life. Granted, the love of my life often changes (because I'm fickle and there's just too many suitors to choose from) but this year I think I've chosen Gin to be my valentine. Mom, if you're reading this: I'm so sorry.

On a more serious note though, being single on Valentine's Day isn't a huge misfortune in my life, but I won't lie and say I didn't make a point to take myself to Wal-Mart earlier to buy a container of miniature cupcakes. To be fair, they are to share with friends I'm seeing later tonight, but regardless there is an inherent sadness that comes with buying $4 cupcakes packaged God knows how long ago. As I was using the self-checkout, I came to the realization that this was the kind of pathetic and unfortunate scenario I'd be inclined to post on my Snapchat story. This got me thinking: When I experie…

I'm a Lady

On New Year's Eve, I went to a friend's house party. This is a house I'd been in plenty of times before, a house I could navigate blindfolded should the need ever present itself. Between the ages of eleven and twenty-one, I'd been in this house countless times, accompanied by a diverse crowd of friends and acquaintances.

It was around 9:30 when I walked into the house for the first time that night, dressed in a sparkly frock and high-heels, as is only appropriate for the most glitzy holiday of the year. After exchanging pleasantries with the few people who were just starting to gather, the first words out of my mouth were, "Who wants a tequila shot?" This was followed by another tequila shot (and then maybe another tequila shot?), two heavy-handed vodka cranberries I mixed myself, and a cheap beer shotgunned on the porch in lieu of a new year's kiss. I was, admittedly, drunk. I was also of legal drinking age, within walking distance of my house, among fri…