You guys, I think I might take out my eyebrow ring.
I always told myself I’d take it out when I felt “too old” to have it in. That’s not so much what happened, as I just realized one day that eyebrow rings are a bit SOOOO 10 YEARS AGO, OMG.
The kids at Bowie’s preschool are very inquisitive about it. “Why do you have that thing on your eye?” I’m used to that.
My usual response is something to the tune of, “Well, it’s like an earring, only I wear it there instead of in my ear.”
Usually kids say, “Ok.” And we all move on. But, lately they are saying, “No, I mean WHY do you have it there?”
And for that I do not have an answer. “It was super cool, and all the cool kids were doing it in 2000 I SWEAR.”
I’ve had the thing in my face for 10 years now, and sometimes I forget it’s even there, it’s become such a part of the landscape. I suppose that’s enough rebellion for one young lady’s lifetime, yes?
Of course, now I can’t stop thinking about the old lady that came through my checkout line when I was 23 and working at Target. At first she seemed like the cool, understanding old lady type. “My, that’s a pretty bead there on that ring.”
“Oh, thank you.”
“But,” she added, as she walked away with her goods, “You do realize you’re going to have a scar. A SCAR.”
At the time, I was like yeah, no shit. But now, I’m like, crap, she was right.
Oh well. I’ll consider it a battle wound. White girl college rebellion is SERIOUS BUSINESS. Not for the weak and feeble. You might leave with a scar, A SCAR!