And now for some big sisterly advice for the fangirls…things not to do at a Dir en grey concert.
Mar 02, 2007 21:04
Squealing. Let’s all remember that they’re not the Backstreet Boys, kids. Loud guitar riffs I can deal with, but the high-pitched girly shrieking was starting to threaten my eardrums a bit. Have none of you ever seen an attractive man before? Did you all spend the last few years locked in a nunnery with no access to television or the internet? Jeez, I know some of you are too young to legally get laid but at least download some porn or something already and spare the rest of us the hormonal screeching.
Random fangirl Japanese. Yes, we all know that you’ve watched every episode of Gravitation, but that’s really no excuse for referring to a grown man covered in his own blood as “kawaii”. It’s kind of annoying, ne?
Also, kawaii is not a synonym for “short”. It really isn’t.
Cosplay. This was geeky enough in its original context, but in the USA, with outfits designed for cute little Japanese teenagers transposed onto the, ahem, larger American frame…not pretty. Plus those feathers are a bitch when they get in someone’s eye.
And in the same vein…they’re not a visual band any more. They’re not going to wear skirts, and they’re not going to play Cage. Deal with it.
Stalking is illegal, you know. And kind of creepy. Let’s all hope they have bodyguards.
Acapellas and solos. These are a time to listen, not to randomly scream someone’s name. Doing so will incur a 2 minute penalty, 5 minutes if said calling out of random person’s name is accompanied by the aforementioned bad fangirl Japanese.
Why would anyone spend $40+ to go to a concert just to spend the entire time, both waiting in line and during the actual show, babbling nonsense to their friends? Seriously, I’m really asking.
Bitchiness. Yes, we’ve all rolled our eyes at the girls in clubwear in -10 degree weather, bare legs turning blue as they shiver in line, tripping over their own feet in 6 inch platforms, but why does anyone feel the need to waste energy actually attacking said unfortunate individuals? Really, the frostbite they are sure to suffer is punishment enough. Be nice and keep the bitchy comments to yourself.
Bitchiness part two - yes, some of the fans are fat. This is America - of course some of the fans are large. Most of the country is large. Again, think what you want in the privacy of your own mind, but there’s no need to be openly nasty about it. Didn’t your parents teach you any manners?
Line drama - chill the fuck out, people. A couple of people cutting in line with their friends isn’t going to make a lot of difference to where everyone ends up.
The pit is a pretty rough place. People will push and shove and jostle for position. Nobody is going to respect the mysterious sanctity of the group you came with and not push into the middle of it. Get over it. You know what they say about people who can’t take the heat…
Pit etiquette. If someone falls, help them up. If the surging is getting scary, link arms with the people next to you and hold each other steady. If someone wants out, then call for security and help them. Share water. Don’t hurt anyone on purpose. If you are neither able or willing to observe these rules, stay out of the pit.
Next person who makes some asinine comment because they saw or thought they saw someone’s girlfriend and OMG she’s so not good enough for him gets a smack in the head. Jealousy is terribly unbecoming, you know. Not to mention rather undignified.
Overall…play nice, kids. Remember the rules of the playground that your parents taught you when you were 3 or 4? Those were pretty good rules. Let’s keep them in mind for the next tour, shall we?