Intro to what's below - I was reading through some old college papers and realized that I was sorta smart at one point in my life. I've said before that my college education was writing and I loved it. After sitting here day after day at my computer and coming up with musings on poop and music, it was weird to read a critical analysis. I had something intelligent to say. An argument to make. An aim to persuade. I am hardly doing that with all my poop talk. I miss the structure and dissection in this type of writing. It's a very different use of language and purpose.
Yes, what is posted below is a college paper. But it's a college paper about hip hop and guns and penises! I figured it was the only one that people may make it to the second or third page of. I will warn you - there are nearly 162 uses of the word 'masculinity' and some gross generalizations. Even I was a little annoyed at myself by the end of it.
My major was fucking awesome!
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