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An interesting read for anyone else tired of hearing about the State of the Union, Sen. Marco Rubio, or Christopher Jordan Dorner on what has turned out to be a rather slow news day.

I quote: “Incidentally,” says Silverbeg, “my girlfriend hasn’t been to another metal show since.”

I wonder if he stopped to consider why that is, and how his girlfriend felt about it. Because yes, this is interesting research, but mosh pits can be so inhospitable to women and it’s really fucking frustrating. I went to see Screaming Females last summer and couldn’t get close to the stage because a bunch of dudes, all much larger than me, were moshing near the front. I love the band, but not enough to risk getting clocked by someone twice my size. (Which did happen when I saw Titus Andronicus in 2011 and went in the pit. It was fun, but I definitely got roughed up.)

These are clearly all unformed thoughts, but anyway, it’s one of the aspects of concert-going that I find most frustrating. Yes, people are going to enjoy the show in different ways—I’ve been stuck next to or behind awful attendees who talk or smoke the whole time, or pogo in such a way that you can’t see the damn band—but this is, as the article points out, collective behavior, and it alienates whole swaths of people. (Based on my own observations and experience, obviously! YMMV!)

TL;DR; basically, Fugazi had a point, and this article has an interesting anecdote from Ted Leo about slamdancing/moshing and the band’s policies toward it.

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Source The Atlantic