Veronica. 21 yrs. Nobody's darling. Textbook aries, art enthusiast, feminist, etc. Hailing from MD, residing in RVA soon. GSEX major at VCU. I love making photographs, live music, Old Bay, American Psycho, Georgia O'Keeffe, collecting animal bones and books and concert tickets, museum-hopping, thrifting, zine making, documentaries, homemade anything and everything, the open road, people who are unapologetically themselves, and fierce-looking hair.

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day 27 - biggest pet peeve at a show

Honestly, any pit that has a majority of 12 - 16 year old girls fucking sucks. I’m sorry, but it’s true. It’s not EVERY girl because hey, I was 16 once too but god, it’s most of them. If someone isn’t screaming “you’re so hot, FUCK ME!”, someone is shouting “stop pushing!” which is is the stupidest, most irreverent and ineffectual thing you could possibly shout when you’re in a sweaty mass of 500+ people. This is a PIT, not your fucking living room. No one gives a shit if you can’t see or if you’re being pushed or you just got accidentally elbowed in the face by a crowd surfer; that’s what happens at shows. If you don’t like it, a) stand in the back b) watch the performance on YouTube instead of taking up space where you obviously don’t belong or c) wait for a live DVD to come out so you can sit in the comfort of your home and watch them play.

The #1 shittiest thing about this younger age demographic is that every show I go to, for 70% of the crowd, it’s their first show and they don’t know the rules/etiquette yet. They don’t know to pick someone up if they fall down, or to move with the crowd instead of fighting against it, or to get your shit signed AFTER the show and NOT when they’re trying to set up their stuff so they can play because HEY GUESS WHAT they’re on a tight time schedule. Instead of feeding off the energy, they bitch about how someone just slammed into their back. They kill all the good vibes/endorphins that are supposed to be associated with live music by focusing on all the things that are “wrong” instead of the things that are just fucking right, like hearing your favorite song or a beat that is just so god damn amazing you’re literally incapable of not moving. It’s depressing. Really, really depressing.

This was longer than I intended, my bad.

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