Growing up in an Italian family, it was a tradition of the culture to get your ears pierced when you were a youngun’. So the rights of passage occurred when I was 6 years old. I sat on the kitchen table, Mom held ice cubes to my ear lobes and along came my Aunt with self-piercing earrings and pliers. “Why pliers?” you ask. So she could squeeze the earrings through the lobes. Why else? I’ve had those earring holes for 40 years.
When I was a teen and it was the trend to get a second earring hole, I desparately wanted to but Dad said, “NO WAY!” Like the obedient child that I was, I didn’t get the second piercing until I was 18, a legal adult. And to be even more adult, I only had the left ear pierced. Now I had two earrings in the left ear and only one in the right. Dad never noticed for quite some time. I, of course, was no dummy and didn’t bring it up.
Then when I was in my 20’s (I think), the trend for more piercings was the thing to do. So, being one not to left the trend escape me, I got a third piercing in the left ear. Now I had a total of four earring holes to fill regularly. Three on the left. One on the right. I was way cool!
Now I ask you this Dear Readers. How is one to present an argument against multiple piercings in your ears (or elsewhere for that matter) when the one arguing against it has four earrings in her ears? One cannot, I tell you. Ya jest can’t! How do I know this? Because I’ve been running up against this problem more and more lately.
Church School students over the years have whined to their parents, “But Mrs. Alan has it!” Harumph! Those words came back to haunt me just recently. “But you did it!! You have multiple piercings! So what’s the big deal?”
Dear Readers, there is always a time to stop being combative and rebellious. There is always a moment when one must look in the mirror and say, “Get off that pedestal girl. You are no idol.”
I took my two extra earrings out this morning and put them away. For good.
Sigh. They were cool though. They really were.