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The rediscovered blog of Andrew John Moore. Now with less angst!

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Those damn kids.

I'll admit I've never been particularly "hip" to these young whippersnapper's fashions, but this latest thing (and by a latest, I mean at least two years old) really throws me.

Flesh tunnels.

For those that don't know, this involves piercing your earlobes, and putting increasingly large nuts into the hole, stretching it. Very African, though I'm fairly certain that's not the point.

My problem, is I don't get the why. It's self-mutilation, without the "art" or sentimentality of tattoos. They're hygene bombs (the nuts don't come out very often, and ears aren't known for their cleanliness to start with). And they're permenant.

When they take the stupid disk/nut/thing out, the hole droops. That means you have to wear the bloody things for the rest of your life. For a fashion!

I just don't know.

In other news, my (no doubt years behind the time) "discovery" of the day is The Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny.

It's awful.