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This Nose Knows

When I was sixteen, I did something so bold, so in-your-face, so completely out of character that I hardly recognized myself after the fact. I got my nose pierced. That was eight years ago, mere moments before nose piercings were all the rage for teens and twenties alike. I’ve never been overly trendy but yowzah! was I on top of that one. It was three whole months before I went back to boarding school and had to take it out. Something about a dress code or something. Pfft.

nosering3Like any gal, I’ve had my fair share of heartbreak. But my brief tryst with a nose piercing was the one affair I never really got over. For eight long years, I waited for the right time to rekindle this old flame. I finally went for it this past weekend, when I woke up feeling particularly ballsy. A few hours and a lot of hand-holding on behalf of my BFF Lucy later, and the deed was done. It hurt like hell but hey, that’s love baby.

I’m pretty sure that nose piercings are so Out, they’re not even on anyone’s radar anymore. So I’d like to take this opportunity to say I don’t give a rat’s ass. I happen to think my nose was made to be pierced: You gotta rock what you got.

The whole deal - piercing, pale blue crystal stud, Studex After-Piercing Lotion - cost a total of $46 at Andromeda Tattoo on Saint Marks. It also reminded me of the awesomeness of the big, bad city in which I live. There aren’t many places where you can wake up feeling bold and - two hours later - have a hole in your face to show for it. I really do heart New York.

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