For those of you that don’t know, Yik Yak is an up-and-coming app/black vortex for humanity that allows it’s users to anonymously post whatever is on their mind. Anonymous being the key word here. Think of Twitter without the profiles and regulations. It’s like the old west - anything goes. 

Here’s the issue folks: when you take away the rules of social media platforms, you take away the responsibility that goes with it. You want to cut down that girl you saw in Crocs earlier today? Say it. She’s so 2000 and late. You’re probably doing her a favor. C’mon it’s not like you can get in trouble. No one knows it was you. 

There are virtually no consequences for your actions. Now guys, how often has that worked in the past? Go on, I’ll wait. Oh hold up, THAT’S NEVER WORKED. In case you missed the capitals, I’ll give you the skinny again. 

Productive actions are very rarely produced from people who are allowed to operate without boundary. Woodstock is the only exception, and we can all agree it was hella radical, and also the exception not the rule. Anyway, lets go back to Croc girl, who got on Yik Yak and saw that comment you posted about her. How does that make her feel? More importantly, do you care how it made her feel? The reality is that we don’t know who sees what we post. Maybe croc girl didn’t see it but her friend did. Maybe the president of the comfort over style club saw it and took offense. There’s no way of knowing.

If anyone should care about the dangers of Yik Yak it’s the women of s'rat row. Take a scroll down the feed of YY and you’ll see arguably some of of the most hateful, ignorant comments on the interwebs. Usually these pertain to sorority style (baggy t-shirts) or the same tired old stereotypes we’re all sick to death of refuting. 

Gag me with a spoon ammiright? I mean come on friends! We’re the millennials for goodness sake! We scream “acceptance for all” and then we turn around and methodically attempt to harsh each other’s mellow.  Don’t believe me? Listen to what my good friend Tina Fey has to say about the gossip mill. “Obviously, as an adult I realize this girl-on-girl sabotage is the third worst kind of female behavior, right behind saying "like" all the time and leaving your baby in a dumpster." Preach it girl. 

To conclude, for your entertainment and my closing evidence, I very briefly re-downloaded Yik Yak to give you a taste of some of the disparity. Enjoy, but not too much: “If you didn’t want to date me, why did you sit next to me on the bus?” “You can’t turn a hoe into a housewife.” “I want a guy that opens the door for me but still smacks my a#@ as I walk in.” Riveting stuff guys.

On the real, that pales in comparison to other posts made on a daily basis. If this frustrates you for your fellow sorority sisters, or even just as a human being, I would encourage you take a break from Yik Yak. If you can’t go a couple of days without it, then head to Buetel for a check-up. If you can function without it, then hit delete and don’t look back. If you’re anything like me, you’ll get your daily quota of negativity from Alex on Grey’s Anatomy anyway. 

Disclaimer: *No disrespect to Croc wearers, you guys rock the house.