A Cigarette in the Earlobe
I’m very open minded. I don’t care if your gay, straight, pierced, tattooed, whatever, as long as you’re a good person, who gives a rip? I guess that’s one of the reasons I’m always being called a hippie. (I find that complimentary, by the way.)
Now, that being said, there are 2 piercings I don’t get. The tongue. Ew. Not for me. The gauge in the ears is another. I was just coming up to the radio station, and I saw this twenty-something guy with a cigarette in his ear lobe!!! Seriously? Seriously? It looked beyond ridiculous.
I have tattoos and piercings, as do most of my kids. In fact, my youngest is going to be a tattoo artist, and is gauging her ears. It was so funny when I busted her, as she thought her “new earrings” would fool me. After about a month, I let her in on the fact that I knew, and that’s as far as she goes with the size until she moves out. I swear, she almost dropped with shock. I wish you could have seen it.
I know that one day my step-son, Adam (who has gauges bigger than his head) and Taylor are going to come crying to me to help with their stupid looking ears, and I will just laugh hysterically and tell them they’d have better luck asking a box of hair.
I know, I’m just too out of touch. Not even. I just think, “Will I be loving this in 10 years?” If I don’t know, I don’t do it. After seeing cigarette-in-the-ear boy, I know I have chosen well with respect to my ears.