It should surprise no one who has actually followed this blog for long that I track the Miss Mosh tag because obviously I put Miss Mosh right above sliced bread in the rankings of things that are great.  So a while back I saw someone posting that it made them cry that the would never be as pretty as Mosh and it struck me as odd.  Way back in the ancient days before the internet ruled the world Mosh would not have been able to be a model, at least not one as popular as she is now.  She’s an alternative model for a reason and one of the nicest things about alternative models is that it shows you a lot (I mean a lot, you guys have no idea) of beautiful women that don’t conform to a strict set of rules for beauty yet are still undeniably gorgeous.  Mosh is undeniably gorgeous but if this was 1980 no one who tracks that tag would know who she was because no one would have put her pictures out there.  Which is fucking stunning but brings me to another point, it is pretty silly for people out there to be comparing themselves to Mosh as if the way she looks is the only way someone can look beautiful.  Now, I am not here to blow smoke up anyone’s ass, there is a real chance you may not be as attractive in my eyes as Mosh is and yes there are physically unattractive people out there but I am going to tell you something as a for real big time adult who is thankfully far removed from the unconditional insecurity of teendom: It matters so much less than you can ever imagine.  I am not going to preach to you about inner beauty or anything like that because it won’t make anyone feel better who doesn’t but I will tell everyone something for their own good, it won’t matter very one day.  Believe me, as an adult it will matter so much more if you’re interesting than if you might have a nice butt.  I won’t lie, nice butts help, physical attraction matters but I will tell you, when you have been out of high school for 10 years and you find yourself sitting down across the table from a teenage crush and it turns out they are vapid an boring as fuck?  It suddenly stops mattering how good they looked then or even how good they look now, you want the fuck out of this awkward cup of coffee and you are no longer attracted to them.  You would be stunned how much more attractive the girl who can discuss literature or your favorite TV show or fucking anything interesting is by the end of the night.  Of course, getting a hair cut, hitting the gym, and not dressing in stuff you found in the dumpster will help anyone out, though in my experience that really applies much more to my male friends, so your mileage may vary on that advice.  My point is that Mosh is not perfect.  I don’t know her but I know she has some flaws somewhere.  I also know she must have days where she looks in the mirror and can see something she doesn’t like, or days where she feels insecure.  I also know that she isn’t this successful as a model just because she’s pretty, in the real world that isn’t enough, not even modeling, there is more to her.  But more importantly this blog is called who I want to fuck today, so I post a lot of beautiful women but really they are just wax figures, I don’t know them, they are set up as objects of desire but it is nothing substantial or real.  Everyone should remember that about the internet, when you see gorgeous pictures you shouldn’t beat yourself up, those pictures are their to be works of art, to show beauty, they’re pictures, that’s their job, there is so much more to being a human being than that and you shouldn’t judge the three dimensional you on the single dimension of a picture.  Ever.  That said… this blog is still what it is and yeah, Mosh is amazing look so today I want to fuck Miss Mosh.