Occasionally, as a rebellion against the dress code at work that requires me to wear a tie, I wear subversive buttons on the back. I had to retire one of my favorites after 9/11 (“God was my co-pilot, but we crashed in the mountains and I had to eat Him”), but I still have a few I like.
One of them espouses something I’ve believed for years: “God invented body piercing so people with tattoos wouldn’t feel so stupid.”
(There’s a variant I’ve used: “WebTV was invented so people with AOL could have someone they could feel superior to.”)
I don’t “get” tattoos and body piercing. It just screams out to me “I’m a rebel and a non-conformist, so I’m going to express my individualism just the way everyone else does by permanently mutilating my body” to me.
And this morning, I find this story of a navel piercing gone horribly wrong.
I feel so vindicated.