Piercing “You can’t,” my mum said. “I’m sixteen and it’s what I want.” “Well,” she argued, trying another tack, “what about when you get a cold, a head cold.” “What about it?” I screamed across the kitchen, ignoring my little sister’s hasty exit. “When you sneeze, surely it could be… well, messy.” “Oh, that’s gross!”… Continue reading Piercing