Letter to Kanye West

Dear Mr. West,

I appreciate your musical genius just as much as I appreciate Mozart’s. I’ve followed your career since I was 10 years old, and I’ve seen how exponentially your music has evolved. But when word circulated on the Internet that you spewed out a sexually charged lyric against Taylor Swift in your new song “Famous” at New York Fashion Week today, the first thought that came to mind was…”ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FRICKIN’ MIND?!”

The first time you dissed Swift was at the 2009 MTV Video Music Awards, when you interrupted her speech by calling her out for winning Best Female Video for her single “You Belong With Me” over Beyoncé’s “Single Ladies (Put a Ring On It).” We eventually forgot about it, and saw you and Swift slowly become friends. Now that you dissed her by lyrically suggesting she owed you a sexual favor–and at a fashion venue, no less–I don’t know of we’re ever gonna get past your degrading performance, especially me (I did not watch your show on Tidal, I read about it). You have a gorgeous wife and two impressionable children, the oldest of whom attended your show tonight. Is your relapsed disrespect towards one of the most successful young women of today’s music industry an example you want to set for your youngest son? Do you want your daughter to disown you as her father once she discovers your misogynistic attitude a decade from now? More importantly, do you want to see Kim walk out of your life forever (unless you apologize to her about your behavior, if she even has the mind to ask for an apology at all)? And, perhaps more imperatively, do you want to lose the respect and friendship of other female pop singers you have collaborated with over the years?

I’ll leave you with these thoughts to think about tonight. Whether or not I’ll listen to your new album The Life of Pablo–or at least listen its singles on the radio or YouTube–is the most difficult decision for me to make as a music fan, even as I’m writing this.

Taylor Swift invested a lot of effort into her music to get to where she is today, so don’t give yourself any credit for catapulting her career sky high.

Cristina Alexander