My mother vehemently and (unsuccessfully) attempted to persuade me that I would die of hepatitis if I let "that gay man who was probably dying of AIDS at the Piercing Pagoda" put holes in my head.
But I persevered. And if I have not died of complications from AIDS in four weeks, I get to remove the studs and wear the J-Lo ones. Wee! So this is how all those 8 year old girls feel.