Mosh pits Last night I went to a punk show at a bar downtown, spent several hours moshing and had a fantastic time. I would say that about 20-25% of the people there were hams, but not once did I see any of them come anywhere near the front of the stage. They all sat at the tables in the back of the bar. I spent the evening getting my ass kicked in the pit with a bunch of fit people. I'm incredibly sore today, especially in the legs from falling on my knees and getting stepped on repeatedly, but I'm going to be fine in a few days while fatties have sore knees for life doing nothing more than waddling. Thin privilege is having the ability to jump around and run into people for hours on end and still have the energy to get up when you get knocked down.