Piercings Begone!

Yesterday I looked up at my friend Sarah, and told her that she had "a bat in the cave." I thought I was doing her a solid, being a good pal, alerting her to the booger waving at me from within her nostril. When she finally understood what I was talking about, she laughed it off. "Oh, no, that's just my nose ring."
Now for Sarah, with her adorably perky little button nose, I will find it in my heart to forgive. But to the rest of my fellow aging Gen Xers, I shout, "What were you thinking?!" I know, I know. I sound like all of our mothers.
Thanks to the resurgence of the popularity of tattoos -- which I actually abhor only one iota less than piercings -- we have seen a steady diminishing of the metal-stuck-through-body-parts theme. But don't even get me going on the lower back tattoo--the tramp (...)