I don’t have pierced ears. Where I live, it’s fairly unusual for a woman not to have pierced ears. Plus I grew up in a time when people pierced other body parts to show their nonconformity. (Or maybe to look sexy or funky or on the edge. I’m not sure since I never did it.) It’s the rare occasion when I meet another woman without basic ear piercings.
It’s not that I don’t like jewelry. I actually have a weak spot for jewelry. I wear necklaces, rings, the occasional bracelet or anklet. I love shiny sparkly stuff, and I love how artistic jewelry can be. I look at beautiful earrings in little boutiques and covet them.
People ask me if I don’t have pierced ears because I’m afraid of the pain. While it’s true that I hate pain, that’s not really the reason. I wasn’t allowed to get my ears pierced as a kid, but I could have done it when I was twelve or thirteen. Only by then it was too late. Without even knowing it, I had already grown up into a closet nonconformist.
I thought about getting holes punched in my ears, and then I thought about what a weird idea that actually was, punching holes in your body just so you could display a little more bling. Suddenly ear piercings didn’t seem ordinary anymore. They seemed like a barbaric custom of some foreign tribe.
Now please don’t get me wrong. When I look at other people’s pierced ears, I don’t feel shock or horror or condescension. I don’t actually think piercing is a barbaric custom. It’s more that, once I thought of that point of view, I could never look on the custom the same way myself. It’s been twenty years, and I’ve never found any reason to change my original decision. I’ll keep my ears the way they came, at least until I have a provocative reason to do otherwise.
So what do you think? Am I stubborn or an original thinker (or both)? Either way, my lack of pierced ears is one of my tells, revealing that I am a free spirit.