We were driving to church this morning when Belladonna shared that she was letting four (of fourteen) of the piercings in her ears close up. She knows that I am not a fan of piercings and the news would make me happy.
In typical dad fashion I commented, "Well, that is a good start."
She commented that I knew nothing about piercings and wondered why I was so dead-set against them.
I replied that farm animals wear tags in their ears (or have their ears notched) so they others can figure out who owns them. I said that I consider body piercings to be the same as bound feet, high-heel shoes or any other form of chattel connoting mutilation.
For reasons that escape me, Belladonna did not hear that well.
She told me that it did not matter what I thought. It was HER body.
I replied that while she might want to think that, I would be sent to jail if her body did not receive suitable nurishment, clothing, warmth or medical care. I also thought that she could test her hypothesis by cutting her wrists in a public place and see if the police allowed her to bleed to death...but a faint germ of tact stayed my tongue.
She was very angry. She did not want to hear any opinions other than her own.
I should have just commended her on letting the four holes close up. She as asking for approval, not an opinion or a history lesson. Guys (like me) can be dolts.