Tittygate. A name so absurd it could only exist in comedy—and yes, I named it myself. It started as an accidental nip slip during a set, an embarrassing moment I could have chosen to hide. But instead, I leaned into it. I shared the video (censored, of course) not for shock value, but to amplify a message that mattered: “Do not contact my stalking victim. She deserves to heal in peace.”

What I’ve learned since then is this: even when you try to control the narrative, people will see what they want to see. Comedy celebrates provocative content, but only on its own terms. A male comedian can joke about titties all day, but the moment a woman has a genuine, human accident? It’s scandalous. The hypocrisy is exhausting, but here’s the truth—I stand by how I handled it.

This wasn’t about a nipple. It was about reclaiming the narrative, owning my humanity, and refusing to let others define me by a single moment. So, what would you do if it happened to you? Would you hide, or would you take control?