Illustration by Ali Nolin
Dear Hardcore Bros,
So glad you could make it to enjoy the “feminist” band at this evening’s show. It’s nice to know there are so many strapping, progressive young men who support bands with female members and their music scene at large.
You all seem so stoked, you’ve joined together into a 6-foot-tall, room-spanning wall of impenetrable dude-flesh and Bruins jerseys, blocking off my own view of the band. Well, at least your manner of dancing is deliberate and meaningful;
your stomping in place is surely meant to mime your intentions to “smash the system.”
At the same time, there are probably four women total at this show, and maybe we came here––outlandish, I know––to dance too, but you’ve closed this pit off before it even opened up.
Still, I applaud you for embracing the motto “dance like no one’s watching.”
By all means, continue moshing your slimy, shirtless body all up on the people around you.
They obviously love it, based on their grimacing faces. Just know that if your lack of self-awareness leads you to harm me or my friends,
The Grrrl at the Rock Show