I've discovered that when you tell ANYONE to do something, their first reaction is to do the exact opposite. I mistakenly thought that this only happened around children, but I have been proven wrong. Congrats.

Do NOT talk about faked wrestling on my blog. The ONLY 2 types of wresting that will be tolerated on here will be UFC and wrestling a friend or sibling. I've already deleted a comment bc it had too much WWE talk in it, and a few more are close to deletion.

Yes, we have a new addition to the Pleonast Family. My fellow metalhead, Nikk Bing, is now a fellow Pleonastian as well. This calls for a celebration. This calls for some moshing.

For those of you who aren't quite familiar with this favorite of pasttimes, it is now the time for an introduction.

Moshing is a primal urge. It is the urge to push back when pushed, to make your way through a thick crowd of other humanoid creatures, all the while pushing, shoving, punching, and sometimes even kicking. Most of the people in this world suppress that urge. We metalheads are in tume with this primal aggression, and realize the benefits of unleashing it, and on the other side of the coin, the dangers of suppressing it.

You see, such aggression is inside all of us. To keep it inside would cause a build-up of internal stress, anger, and even hatred. This build-up would eventually result in an emotional "snap", as some might call it, a break in the subject's ability to control the intense emotions inside them. This "snap" is what happens when serial killers go on their spree.

Moshing is the solution to this problem. By letting out the anger, the aggression, more frequently, it doesn't let that build-up occur. Therefore, those in tune with their metal core and their hunger to mosh are almost immune to the path of the serial killer.

Now, we have established that moshing is good for you, but we have not yet confirmed what this post set out to prove in the first place. Moshing is sexy. To prove this, we need to consider two things: the definition of "sexy", and how moshing fits that definition.

"Sexy" could be defined as anything that has sex appeal. Generally, women would consider men with good muscles running around sexy. This is proven by the attration by many women to athletes and movie stars with well-defined muscles. But it isn't necessarily the muscles that attract the ladies. It is what is done with those muscles.

Generally speaking, a woman will not be as attracted to a man with great muscles who is flexing them for no apparent reason as she is a man who is moving something large or heavy. She knows that there is power in the second man's musscles, but knows nothing about the muscles of the first.

Moshing is powerful. It requires great strength to push others, push back when pushed, and all the while remain on your feet. Now, this strength may not be equally balanced throughout the body. One mosher may throw those around him simply using his arms, chest, and torso, while another man uses the force generated by his legs to project another metalhead across the pit.

In any case, the point still remains that moshing is powerful. Power requires muscle. Muscle is sexy. And as we all learned from math class, if A=B, and B=C, then A=C. Therefore, moshing is sexy.

Morning Star, O Morning Star, where art thou, Morning Star?

94 hours of regret for me to realize what I held
unfading beauty, not just a face
I held its innocence within my heart
Go!
Now I won't let go
I won't let go
I won't let go
I won't
I won't let go
I won't
I won't let go
The torment of your eyes has awakened my soul.
The torment of your eyes has awakened my soul.
The pain of a moment's time will forever beg your forgiveness
Forgiveness
94 hours for me to realize
I held unfailing beauty
I held your innocence