Halsey explains the meaning behind the “20:1” phrase she had written on her jacket when she performed at the Nobel Peace Prize Concert in Oslo, Norway:

“The number on this jacket represents the ratio of male-to-female recipients of the Nobel Prize, an award that recognizes great achievements in social, creative and scientific fields,” Halsey told fans on Instagram after the show. “An award that this year finds itself belonging to not a single woman.”

Hilary Hughes, writing at MTV, details Halsey’s tweet storm this weekend over a Buzzfeed article:

The more popular she becomes, the straighter she presents, so BuzzFeed says — and she has a big problem with that. She has since deleted her tweets, but went in before doing so: “tiresome analysis of my 1 year in the public eye and the ignorance of 8+ years of sexual discovery to determine if I’m truly queer. [And it] is part of a mentality so engrained in the erasure of bisexual ‘credibility’ even within the lgbt community.”

Alex Morris, with a fantastic profile of Halsey for Rolling Stone:

She’s also, perhaps not coincidentally, really good at getting into stuff. A little more than two years ago, Halsey was not actually Halsey, she was Ashley Nicolette Frangipane, a 19-year-old community-college dropout, couch-surfing between basements in her native New Jersey and the Bed-Stuy/Lower East Side hovels of a badass, tatted-up crowd of “degenerate stoners” she met through her boyfriend two years before that, back when she was an arty, misfit high school kid taking AP classes and roaming the halls covered in paint. She’d gotten into the well-regarded Rhode Island School of Design, and then learned that she couldn’t afford to go. She’d found the college she could afford a waste of time.