Again, I love mess. I only went to high school for a year before leaving to do independent study (I thought I was gonna be famous but ended up working at the mall so I lost the ability to write with a pencil for basically no reason) and the thing I always found myself missing was a good tussle. I remember this one foggy morning when two girls duked it out in front of the bathroom stall while I shat before first period choir class and I can’t help but smile. A public fight is a beautiful, erotic thing; it’s a flash in the pan of boundless energy and unfettered passion, providing a very primal catharisis that words just cannot. When these moments are captured on camera, I can live vicariously through my fourteen year old self who was once the gleeful Snapchat voyeur at the scene of the crime. Reddit and Twitter are rife with great fight pages if you ever need to indulge yourself with something feral and nasty.