So, I Took my Daughter to a Tattoo Shop for her 12th Birthday.....
In our family, daughters are allowed to have their ears pierced on their 12th birthday. Yesterday was my daughter's 12th birthday.
According to my extensive research those piercing guns like the one that pierced my ears when I was but a tender lass aren't exactly the most sanitary way to go. So, I decided to follow the lead of my Dad's wife when she had to get her ears re-pierced. I took Ruthie to a tattoo shop.
She was nervous when we pulled up. "Don't crazy looking tattooed people hang out in tattoo shops?" She asked. "Probably" I replied.
We walked in an announced that we needed to get her ears pierced. The "Body Modification Technician" came out to introduce himself and get started. I surveyed his wild assortment of tattoos and piercings and reassured my daughter, "Now here's a guy that KNOWS piercing!"
We proceeded to fill out more paperwork and provide more documentation than I remember having to do before getting married (which, incidentally was 16 years ago today). Finally it was time to go into the back and start poking holes.
I have to say that our "Body Modification Technician" was polite, professional and gentle. He told her what would happen every step of the way and helped her stay calm.
When we left, my daughter said with surprise, "Those guys were NICE! I thought people who looked like that would be mean or wierd." I explained to her that how people are is rarely a function of how they look. Some people who look what we think is normal and lovely are horrible people, and some people who look in ways that make us uncomfortable are the best people ever on the inside.
It really is true, you can't judge a book by its cover.
According to my extensive research those piercing guns like the one that pierced my ears when I was but a tender lass aren't exactly the most sanitary way to go. So, I decided to follow the lead of my Dad's wife when she had to get her ears re-pierced. I took Ruthie to a tattoo shop.
She was nervous when we pulled up. "Don't crazy looking tattooed people hang out in tattoo shops?" She asked. "Probably" I replied.
We walked in an announced that we needed to get her ears pierced. The "Body Modification Technician" came out to introduce himself and get started. I surveyed his wild assortment of tattoos and piercings and reassured my daughter, "Now here's a guy that KNOWS piercing!"
We proceeded to fill out more paperwork and provide more documentation than I remember having to do before getting married (which, incidentally was 16 years ago today). Finally it was time to go into the back and start poking holes.
I have to say that our "Body Modification Technician" was polite, professional and gentle. He told her what would happen every step of the way and helped her stay calm.
When we left, my daughter said with surprise, "Those guys were NICE! I thought people who looked like that would be mean or wierd." I explained to her that how people are is rarely a function of how they look. Some people who look what we think is normal and lovely are horrible people, and some people who look in ways that make us uncomfortable are the best people ever on the inside.
It really is true, you can't judge a book by its cover.
posted by Catherine Banks at 12:22 PM
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