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Big Tuna

With graduation coming in hot, I find myself day dreaming about the kind of office guy I’ll be known as around the digs. The only solid reference I can think of for how one should behave year round as a full time employee is The Office. I think the obvious comparison is Andy Bernard which I have mixed feelings about but it’s true. On the other hand, it would probably be wise to find a way to stand out. Bare in mind, I have no pending offers. But talking about work as if im already employed is way more fun than talking about my realistic career options so lets sweep that under the rug for now. I’ve seriously got to do something about my middle school facebook posts before I start interviewing and definitely before I spontaneously combust into stardom. Did you see what that Villanova player got flack for from his 8th grade tweets? Explicit rap lyrics and using the f word that isn’t fuck. I haven’t seen the tweets, but my gut feeling is mine are right up there with his in terms of profanity, possibly worse. Although I’m pretty sure that deleting your Facebook account causes a chain reaction that starts by locking you out of spotify and next thing I know my granny and the rest of the aged facebook senior community is rifling through my chrome search history and every borderline dm i have to my name. Real talk though middle school Ben would no doubt be the version of me most capable of ruining my life. Anyways, job hunt is going well.

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You know dog days, you know hard times.

Earlier this week, Champagne Papi dropped an electric music video featuring cameos from a unique, captivating selection of influential women from different likes of the entertainment industry. On, “Nice For What”, Drake and Canadian hip hop counterpart, Murda Beatz left critics with little to dissect. 6 God delivered a crisp, rythymic flow as he always does. He also raps without much conviction over a soulful Lauryn Hill sample with a generally uncontroversial message, respect women. However, when paired with the star studded music video, Drizzy’s mild lyrics seem as substantial to the icons legacy as anything he’s put out.

Rather than rambling on about the knock out, empowering, feel-good music video that touched down nearly a week ago, exploring the lanes that Drake may pave for future hip hop stars seems like an interesting pivot.

The genre has more going for it than it ever has. Blatant misogyny being it’s most justified critique. Drake is not at all innocent in this sense, either. But Drake, regardless of ignorant lyrics he’s boasted, has undoubtably set a positive example for those chasing his glory. A wave of introspective Soundcloud rappers are already emulating Drake’s influence on the game. It’s only a matter of time before we start seeing the functional, chivalrous, and emotionally intelligent aspects of his persona rub off on raps emerging wave of talent.

Drake deserves and insists to take a back seat to those who fueled every ounce of buzz that this music video drew. Including Lauryn Hill, Jourdan Dunn, Rashida Jones, and Olivia Wilde.

The effort preached basic human rights, for women specifically, without digging into social complexities that are realistically beyond Drake’s lyrical credibility. As for myself, a straight white man, my intentions are pure enough to absorb the likely kick back that ill receive in response to the socially thin and Drake heavy nature of this post.

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My reaction when I scored this sweet blog name.

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I often wonder how I became so uninterested in guns or anything involving guns really, politics aside. I’ve never even held one before. It’s something that I’m totally at peace with, but I’d like to at least be able to play a round of FortNite or Call of Duty without entirely abandoning my otherwise above average hand eye coordination. As soon as bullets start flying I develop the squirminess of a 5 year old on the verge of wetting his pants. There’s flailing, squealing, sarcastic commentary that you only really hear from girls trying to annoy their boyfriends during games. Meanwhile I’m trapped in between some tricky rocks, effectively guarding my dude from any threats that came within arms length via twirling repetitive air stabs. I did, though, get a kill. Showered myself with some grenades kamikaze style to put me out of my boredom. See shooting games?? I don’t accept YOU.

I guess if there’s anything to take away from this, it’s that I’m just a classic, rambunctious, chilli dog eating, sports loving, dude’s dude who’s masculinity would totally hold up in live combat.