So I'm thinking about body art. I appear to be the only person left on the planet without any piercings or tattoos. Though pierced ears were a commonplace when I was growing up, I've always recoiled at the idea. And now the radical self-adornment business seems to have taken off in an epidemic sort of way. A woman without tattoos might as well be a cyclops. Ears are now pierced multiple times, and when one is privileged to catch a glimpse of other fleshy things they are likely to show glittering signs of adorned ritual puncturing as well. Hell, any bikini'd woman photographed without a belly button piercing is practically held up for ridicule.
What's next? Discs in the lower lip? Earlobes aboriginally-stretched? (Oops, too late!) Facial tattoos? (Too late again.) Decorative scarring?
(I had a nightmare-inducing photo here, chosen from among a zillion on the web, but it was actually making me sick. You should all thank me for removing it.)
So what am I missing? It all seems positively barbaric to me. I just can't see a meaningful line between the little earlobe piercing and the circus monstrosity. But more than my physical revulsion, I'm struck that it suggests a certain desperation to make statements (often immediately upon reaching adulthood) that either cannot be unmade, or at least not without substantial pain and / or effort and / or time. From whence this urgency? (Sorry, I'm reading Pride and Prejudice!) Now, I'm as grateful as any guy that the woman with a prominently displayed ass tattoo is basically giving carte blanche to look and admire (as a confirmed breast man, perhaps I'm simply wishing for the wrong things). But nose piercings? I just absolutely can't get on board with these. What are we, cattle? They're actively repulsive. Why pierce a place that makes a waste product? What's next, anal piercings? (God, don't tell me...)
Is foresight an endangered species? Can we not see that the things which we need so passionately in our youth to make a statement about may not strike us in the same way a few years from now? Or am I assuming that society will not simply change to accommodate the trend? Maybe kids of the generation of my grandkids (if I had any kids to produce them) would find grandma's ass tattoo while she was weeding her garden to be quaint and cool, just like MY grandpa's WW2 tat.
Or it may just look pathetic.
Please, somebody straighten me out!