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Hindsight Fashion: The Eyebrow Ring

8 Jun

Throughout the decades, teenagers have attempted to prove their coolness by wearing questionable accessories, hairstyles and items of clothing. Hindsight Fashion is a section about those trends that, in Hindsight, we probably wish we hadn’t worn.

This week’s Hindsight Fashion is:  The Eyebrow Ring.

The Eyebrow Ring was a trend borne out of the Body Modification scene in the 1990’s, and was like the wimpier little brother of the Tongue and Nipple Piercing. The Eyebrow Ring was to the Nipple Ring what The Monkees were to The Beatles. It was like a low-risk, watered down, vanilla way to look like a badass. It wasn’t terribly painful to do and there was no long-term commitment since the piercing tended to heal over nicely once the wearer grew tired of the style.

At 16 years old, I convinced my parents to allow me to get my eyebrow pierced. I’m still not really sure how I managed to finagle that one, seeing as my Father was an Optometrist and subsequently did not think it wise to be sticking needles anywhere near one’s eyeballs.

I was so completely pumped about getting that piercing. I wanted it so badly. I felt at the time that it would be like a signal to everyone cool in the Universe that I was cool too. I thought it was a way for me to identify myself as Punk Rock to other Punk Rockers. I also just thought it looked badass. I dreamt about it for months in advance. Imagining how pretty it would look and how hip it would make me. I was in love. And so, my Mother begrudgingly accompanied me to the Tattoo Parlour and shelled out the $70 or so that was required. Nothing says badass like having Mommy present to hold your hand.

Me at 17 with my Eyebrow Ring in my left eyebrow

I had never wanted to wear the Ring jewelry permanently. My initial intention with the piercing was to switch the jewelry to a cute little jewelled Barbell style as soon as the piercing healed. The trouble with this plan was that my Eyebrow Piercing never healed properly. It was constantly getting infected. It was red. It was weepy. It had a bump beneath the bottom hole that would occasionally shrink but never completely disappear. Basically, it looked like ass.

But I, being the determined, tenacious go-getter that I am, did not give up on my little eyebrow mishap. I had fallen so deeply in love with the idea of the Eyebrow Piercing, and everything that it would mean for my social life, that I couldn’t bring myself to take the thing out. I would occasionally purchase a new ring and pretend to like it. And, although deep down inside I knew it wasn’t working, I wore my oozy Eyebrow Ring for the next 2 years.

Somewhere around 18 I realized that regardless of how cool an Eyebrow Ring might be in theory, it just wasn’t cool for me. I grew tired of the throbbing pain and the difficulties of applying eyeshadow around such a gnarly mess. The time had come to remove it. It was a sad day.

The interesting thing about my Eyebrow Piercing experience is that although it really didn’t work out for me at all, in looking back at photos (such as the one pictured above), I still have such good memories of that thing! Those two little puncture wounds represented a whole new world to me. And I still get that rush of hope and excitement when I look back on it.

I guess it really wasn’t all bad after all. But it sure was badass.


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