Friday, September 01, 2006
 | How do you answer this one? Current mood:  confused So I go to pick up my son at playschool the other day, and one of the little girls there says to me in the most innocent of voices, "Why you got two eawings (ear rings)?"
Obviously at the tender age of two she's already figured out (or been taught) the societal norm of men not having ear rings. Well I've got two. Both 12g stainless barbells in my left earlobe. I'm not exactly Jonny Depp in Pirates of the Carribean (by the way...that's the LAST time I watch a movie based on a theme park ride) but it's not like they're subtle either.
How does one answer that question to a 2 year old? Do I tell her that society is backwards in its thinking and that it is perfectly acceptable for men to have ear rings? Do I tell her that I have two now, but I used to have six and I want to go back to five? Do I tell her about the rush I get for that brief moment when they stick the probe through my skin for the first time? No...at her age it's best to keep things simple. I told her I wanted them and quickly moved on to grabbing my son's stuff and saying goodbye.
Which brings me to my next point. Why does it not bother me in the slightest when an adult asks me about my piercings, but when a child asks I think about it for days on end...constantly replaying the conversation in my head? Adult men and women either accept who I am with metal and all, or shake their heads and walk away. I'm perfectly fine with that. I could give two tugs of a dead dog's dick. But an innocent? A 2 year old? Practically keeps me up at night.
Hence the blog. I figure if I write it out, it'll stop bothering me so much.
FYI- I'm pierced because I like it. I like the way it looks. It doesn't "mean" anything, and it doesn't get me into the "cool" crowd. It's not sexual. It makes me a little bit more of an individual, just like adding pinstripes or fuzzy dice to your car. You may drive a '93 Tercel, but I bet it's the only one with the snap-on spinning rims and the $3000 spoiler on the back end. I want more too. I want to go all the way back up my left ear and venture back into my right ear again.
Ahh well...there are worse things. |
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