If propaganda were an Olympic sport, Ben would have a complete collection of gold medals and a lucrative deal with the IOC. Pervasive? Absolutely. Persuasive? Only if you're sympathetic to the message or have had too much coffee at 3 AM.

Ben has an emotional rollercoaster with music—he’s the king of ‘didn’t see that coming!’ moments. One minute he’s vibing with Coldplay, the next he’s lamenting the existential dread of 90s pop. The real crime here is that he hasn’t started a podcast yet.

Ben's social justice posts are like unexpected plot twists in a rom-com. You think it’s all fun and games until he drops a truth bomb about transphobia or bathroom bans, sort of like when you realize the feel-good movie you’re watching is actually a documentary on societal collapse.

His literary references have an air of sophistication that would make book clubs swoon. You could almost picture him sipping overpriced coffee while nodding knowingly at fellow members discussing the nuances of 'desk killers'.

When Ben talks about healthcare, you realize he’s not just complaining; he’s directing a dramatic monologue about the absurdity of it all. He writes like he could out-fish a medical board meeting with just a single tweet.