From Flavor to Swag.

About an hour ago, I read an essay for my English Comp class (Jeffery Campbell isn't the only educated rapper.) It had to do with how humankind consumes more than it should, which nowadays even a fourth grader could tell you to be true. (They show "An Inconvenient Truth" in Grade School, right?) The funny thing was that the part of this essay that really got me going, and that I promise I'll connect to rap in a second, was the idea of shopping as a form of consumption.

Americans love to shop. I'm not a statistics guy, but my gut feeling is that not a lot of countries compare to us on the Scale of Buying Things (Wow, I should quit rap and get a job naming different types of scales.) It seems to me that a big contributor to all this, at least at the young male level, are rappers, aspiring rappers, and rap enthusiasts obsessed with their "swag".

I have tons of clothes. I'd like to stress that. I'd also like to say that I don't do it to upgrade my "swag" points (Which is partly due to my learning that you can't redeem them for prizes. a stuffed swagasaurus rex would've been cute.) I think there's two distinct groups of fashion enthusiasts. There's those who do it to please themselves, and there's those who do it so others think they're cool. I'm glad to say that, after 6 years of teenage awkwardness, I've nuzzled my way into category (a).

I love clothes. I have somewhere around 80 t-shirts, each of which I wear eventually. Most importantly, I don't wear them to be a carbon copy of the guy next to me. I wear hats with Deadpool on them. I don't give a fuck if that's not what's popular. You like the Orieles? Well guess what? I don't even know what city they play for (Or sport for that matter... I wanna say croquet.) My interest in fashion comes from wanting someone to know what I like without me ever saying a word to them (Those t-shirts? All comic book or sci-fi related.)

On the flip side, you've got people who follow hip hop fashion like a job (Only, it's a job where you lose money every time you need to switch to a different style) five years ago, every rap fan I knew was wearing pants that looked like they'd be more efficient as a small house. A couple rappers with a passion for skating was all it took to throw that baggy shit in the dumpster (Though, a lot of their clothes would have acted better as their own dumpsters) They were following a trend, and following it to impress those around them.

Often times, it's not just the clothes. People will copy these rappers' entire set of interests for no apparent reason. YES, this rapper is dope, but you don't have to be him.

I guess I'm just hopeful that those people will grow out of that mindset. For hip hop's sake, fashion's sake, and the sake of the people themselves. Life's so much easier when you're not trying to be a part of it. I know. I finished my "baggy pants" chapter 5 years ago, only I didn't flip to the next page.

Comics... The Best Birth Control. (Not About Wrapping a Comic Book Around Your Manhood)

For the past 5 years, comics have been a near-unhealthy obsession of mine. For even longer, I've been a incorrigible Spider-Man groupie. Sometimes I'll think about some of the things I've said in regards to Peter Parker's adventures (That's the Spider-Man of my youth, though both Ben Reily and the Ultimate Universe's Miles Morales have assumed the title) things about his life and career that most people would never find interesting about a fictional character. Then I sit back, take a sigh of epiphany and say to myself "So THAT's why I didn't have sex in high school."

Girls, for the most part, don't like nerd things, and most of the ones that do aren't passionate to the extent of the males who share their interests. My girlfriend has no interest in sci-fi. Seriously. If I recorded every time she groaned at my reciting of a Doctor Who quote, I could put on a 3 hour groan-strumental symphony. This can be both an Achille's heel and the best defense.

Skanks, sluts, and scallywops are, as their names imply, not picky. They are creatures of poison who seek only to spread their disease across the bloodstream of the human race. While most men are defenseless against these appalling beings, we as nerds possess the key to repelling these beings, if not destroy them for good. Dorkiness. Lameness. The root of uncool. These are like Kryptonite to them (Mentioning Kryptonite alone is enough to daze a small pack of girls in belly shirts)

Using these powers are especially difficult for the youth, as they are often deceived by the favorable proportions of the promiscuous. PLEASE YOUNG NERDS, do not be swayed. With your help we can eliminate the terrible "Itch" that plagues this world.

What I'm About..

I, the being known as Will "Fuju" Morin, am many things. Writer and artist of comic books, sci-fi enthusiast, and as my girlfriend has said, somewhat a "male fashionista". On Youtube I'm something different, a weird blend of things. I review comic books and sum up the stories in a rap. My goal is to get paid doing any one of these things, or all of them. I'm also not a very graceful talker, so I hope that this blog can be both a source of content, as well as proof that I'm not a bumbling oaf.

Well that's about it. This phat beat is calling me, so I'd better lay it down.

Keep it weird,

Fuju