One lazy Sunday in college, I spontaneously decided to get pierced. Some friends were going to a local tattoo/piercing parlor and I tagged along - and somehow became the only one with a full-blown facial piercing. My labret (middle of the lower lip) piercing raised eyebrows on our small, insular campus, where girls were more often discussing 'summering' on Martha's Vineyard than getting body modification. After a few weeks of being a minor celebrity, I removed it so my parents wouldn't find out, because I am cool and tough and not lame as hell. I didn't know that the senior portrait I'd sat for, with my piercing fully intact, would be mailed home. They got a BIG surprise that day.