It’s been four months since Meek Mill first unleashed the butterfly flaps of that one tweet which turned into a hurricane; one that resulted in probably the most documented rap beef since dial-up went broadband.But four months on the Internet is a long time. Since then we’ve had Dre’s Compton, everything about “Hotline Bling”, the return of Adele, the NWA movie, The Weeknd's pop beast record, Rihanna’s New York Times interview, and Justin Bieber bawling his reinvented little eyes out at the VMAs. We now look back on Drake versus Meek the way we do black death or Titanic; the clocks keep turning, the world keeps spinning, Winter has come.But for Meek Mill, who was chilling at a basketball game last night watching his own Philadelphia 76ers welcome Cleveland Cavaliers, time has stopped. And a plucky sports reporter in the crowd decided the game was a good time to find the rapper in the crowd and decimate his vibe like a sledgehammer through biscuits with a needling question about Drake.Yeah, Meek could have ignored the question, laughed it off, or even just walked away, but unfortunately that pain clearly still resonates deeper than a Siberian diamond mine; his demeanour immediately flipped to that of a man whose bones are truly haunted, and he nervously answered the question with ten seconds of flailing and unprepared hot air. His relaxed face took a long walk off a short pier, and it all felt a bit like someone had just said “Voldemort” at the Weasley’s Christmas dinner.This sideline reporter is my new Funk Flex with a direct Drake question yet Meek stays dodging. (via @PaymanBenz) pic.twitter.com/ySVRTZz3Hg— Jensen Karp (@JensenClan88)November 3, 2015Can I just say though: poor Meek Mill. Do we all have to go through life incessantly haunted by our past failures or embarrassments? Doesn’t the internet do enough of that for us already without bringing public floggings back IRL? Imagine if next time you were at the cinema a reporter sat down next to you and said, “So, here to see Mad Max: Fury Road huh? Well, your old history teacher once said he can’t imagine you amounting to anything more than a flatulant sloth that watches shit movies instead of getting a real job. What do you say to that?”Or during your first date, a projector fires up behind you and starts showing pictures of your unconscious and limp body during Fresher’s Week, a Sharpie cock on your forehead, a vomit stain on your Burton T-shirt. How would you feel if next time you sat down in a bar, the DJ paused the music and just started reading out Bebo posts you wrote in 2008 about how great the new Editors album was?Meek is still a rapper making rap music, the clocks keep turning, the world keeps spinning, and the beef looks old in the butcher’s window. Time to move on.
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