I admit it. I watched Justin Bieber’s movie. I was intrigued by the story of his road to famedom. I don’t understand why so many people hate him. I mean, he is a cute kid that has inspired the whiplash hairdo that almost all teen boys, and some teen girls, now wear. Maybe just my kids hate him. I don’t know. I think secretly they like him. My daughter is one of the teen girls with the hairdo. It looks uncomfortable to walk around with your head at that angle all the time but, then again…the hairstyles of the 80’s had their own drama behind them. My room mate in college would actually spray, curl, tease, spray and then stand with her head against the wall to get her bangs cemented to just the right shape. They looked great from the front but from the side….a small person could walk up those stairs. To each his own. I can’t really talk, I wore a bit of a helmet head myself for a short time. Once I got married and started having kids, my hair wilted a bit. It was for the best.
If hair was the only crazy style we had to deal with it would be easy. Hair can grow back. All these piercings and tattoos are a bit more extreme. I am especially disturbed by the people that gauge their ears. First off, it is sick. The sickest I ever saw was a ‘lady’ at a WalMart in Melborne, Fl. She was working in the customer service department fairly late at night. I think they were just closing or maybe Florida just is way hip like that. Whatever the case, I needed to return something and went walking up, innocently, to the counter. The face that greeted me was nice enough but the huge holes in her ears took all the attention. She had used ‘rings’ that were the same color as her pink flesh. I was so shocked and a bit scarred from the sight that I just stood there with my mouth hanging open like a shy guy talking to the prom queen. I didn’t know what to do. I think I ended up just walking away and coming back another day.
I think the problem some of these self mutilators have is that they don’t realize they are going to (hopefully) grow up some day and they might actually have that frontal lobe of their brain fully form and they may not want to look like a circus freak the rest of their life. They may decide to be a lawyer or doctor or some other serious like profession and be a bit stuck when people don’t take them seriously. Of course, it may be that I am the only prude in the world that thinks our bodies are works of art without any ink or metal decorating them. I may be the only one that regards my body as a wonderful gift from my Heavenly Father. A gift that I want to take care of and return to him clean and in good shape. Kind of like when you borrow your dad’s car. You don’t want him finding a bunch of scratches, dings, or crude bumper stickers all over it. Most dads would hit the roof and take the keys if that happened.
It is bittersweet when a person that has made those body altering choices does come to their senses. My daughter had a friend that had gauged his ears and then changed his mind. Guess what happens when you take those big old rings out of your ears? They don’t close back up. We are not made of rubber or silly putty. Those big holes he had so ‘lovingly’ stretched out were not going anywhere but down. His earlobes hung down almost past his chin. He looked a bit like an elephant with his saggy ears. It reminded me of the song I learned as a child,
“Do your ears hang low?
Do they wobble to and fro?
Can you tie them in a knot?
Can you tie them in a bow?
Can you throw them over your shoulder like a Continental soldier?
Do your ears hang low?”
I never thought about what that song meant when I was a kid. If anything, I pictured Goofy with his long black ears. Little did I know that there were kids out there thinking to themselves….”Hey, I WANT my ears to hang low. How can I do that? I know,I’ll punch big holes in them and then take out the rings and, voila!” Who knew the song would be the catalyst to the social movement of saggy ears.
Thank goodness I have no style. I have never fit in with the latest styles and fashions. I just wear and do what I like. I guess it has finally paid off because I can truly say, NO, my ears do NOT hang low.Thank you very much!
Now if all those saggy ear people would just wear pants like Goofy, it would really be an awesome image. Cause I said so.
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I’m with ya! Sometimes, at just the right angle, the gauging of the ears looks like you can see right through a person’s head and out the other side…
I’ve never fully understood why the insecure masses need to assert themselves, show their individuality, by completely removing any semblance of themselves and jumping into the boiling tar pit of peer pressure, where they melt and disappear forever. >sigh< It's an odd phenomenon. People look for recognition in the strangest ways, when being true to themselves is the only way to stand out in the crowd. I know because I'mthe mom.
buah ha ha!! Nicely put lady! lol I love this. Thank you!!