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For Those Who Don't Understand Gold Hoop Earrings
Children, Tell Me About
earrings. They are a piece of jewelry attached to the ear by a piercing in the earlobe or another external part of the ear (except in the case of clip earrings, which clip onto the lobe). Earrings are worn by both sexes, although more common among women, and have been used by different civilizations in different times. Personally, I appreciate it when women wear earrings. Not for a military or geopolitical statement. It is simply because it looks fantastic.
Locations for piercings other than the earlobe include the rook, tragus, and across the helix The simple term "ear piercing" usually refers to an earlobe piercing, whereas piercings in the upper part of the external ear are often referred to as "cartilage piercings". Cartilage piercings are more complex to perform than earlobe piercings and take longer to heal. I surely did not know that attaching earrings to a woman’s earlobes was this intense and involved.
I don’t wear earrings. I could, since society has dictated that a man wearing earrings show virility, this does not scare me into wearing earrings. If I want other girls to see me as viral, then I will print several thousand business cards and hand them out when I see these girls who might look as they are interested in me.
My Interest of
earrings began (for me) at age eight when I viewed one of my aunts showing-up at a family reunion and wore these attractive things on her ears. I had to ask the name of these things that resembled eggs that were stuck on my aunt’s ears. My mom did not laugh at me (much), but told me what earrings were and why (her sister) and my aunt was wearing earrings. And even after my mom’s explanation, I was still confused.
Why, I thought to myself. Should a woman put pieces of metal on each side of her head near the bottoms of her ears? That question has never been answered completely, just filed in the “Dept. of Life’s Mysteries.” I hate to sound angry, but this is so sad. We Americans, the society that gave us so much progress as Neil Armstrong walking on the moon July 20, 1969 and the first public meeting of the Beatles on the Ed Sullivan Show, February 4, 1964. The first concert by the Fab Four was August 15, 1965, at Shea Stadium when thousands of screaming girls who loved the Beatles so much that most of the girls either fainted or screamed themselves hoarse. But not one earring was lost in the chaos.
Still, the year of 1965 was progressive, but not that progressive as to allow males in the U.S.A. to show up in public wearing earrings. And you know why. Because our society was not that liberal as to tolerate the gay lifestyle. But in a few short years, “that” lifestyle is now a norm in America. Not for me, but I had to tell the truth.
Over the course of my life, hardly anything or anyone moved my spirit to the point of going ape and almost chunking everything in my young life and running with whatever cause or person was recruiting me, and others like me, to be free and live in the woods. Truthfully, “this” lifestyle was intriguing, but this lifestyle did not afford me the means to have food to eat. That is where I drew the line. Oh, I could grow my hair long, even wear far-out clothes, but no pan-handling for money or food and certainly no wearing of earrings. This was what broke the camel’s back. So to keep peace with my folks and friends, I just went along and lived the best that I could and suffered in silence.
Now Please Allow
me to talk to you about my girlfriend (of years ago) who I will always consider her as the “Queen of Hoop Earrings,” because when I met her the first time, that was how I found her in our first impression that is, folks, a lasting impression.
It happened on a Sunday afternoon in June 1973. My friend and I were trolling for girls in a place near our hometown: Winfield. That is in Alabama, the northwest part. We had met with success with getting a few good dates, but I was out for bigger game. I wanted “one of those” girls—worldly, hard-living, hot looking, lots of make-up, blond highlighted-hair, the “whole ball of wax.” Maybe I was nuts to desire such a girl, but hey! I was young, single, employed and had a few bucks in my pocket, so things were looking up for me. As for my buddy, he wasn’t doing so bad. He met this girl who loved horses. I didn’t know anything about her, but he did and that was good enough for me.
We were rolling down Main Street, Winfield, the place was brimming with sleek cars and trucks, other young people (like us), Rock music filled the air, and we had headed for the main redlight and with one look outside my window, (the passenger window), there she was: a girl with blond highlights in her long hair that caressed her shoulders, nice, full, red lips and those sensual golden hoop earrings that hypnotized me right away. I was in love. But with one look from my buddy, he began to laugh like a horse causing me to have hurt feelings, but I didn’t care. I was in love.
"There is no such thing as women being drab who do not choose to wear earrings, just the drab vision of the men who look at her."
— K. Avery
Her Name Was Patty
and what a pretty name she had. What a pretty set of ears that she had because she had, (without knowing it), completely-mesmerized me and my being making me have rebellious thoughts and taking on the world to convince people like Patty should be given governmental positions of leadership, because when I was 18, I thought that girls who wore gold hoop earrings had something upstairs, and I mean mentally. No vulgar thinking, please.
Patty had agreed to meet me in a smaller town past Winfield, Guin, Alabama, where her mom worked at a local eatery: Coleman’s Barbecue, a real restaurant with a real name. Seven o’Clock came. I was three at 6:50 p.m., I sensed that Patty loved punctuality. We met. We embraced. I took in a long breath of her subtle perfume which further kept my thoughts of being no more than Jell-O, (the strawberry flavor), and we chatted about eating right there at her mom’s workplace: Coleman’s, but Patty wanted to eat later and just go riding. Suited me. Any girl who wears gold hooped earrings could have my heart. She knew it too.
We spent the better part of riding around that night---talking, laughing, listening to music and just getting to know each other. And every few minutes, I would have to comment about her gold hoop earrings. She would blush and that was tough because it was dark inside my car. But her perfume kept me thinking gentle feelings. The fact is then and for years later . . .I wanted to have a more-lasting relationship with Patty, but the day came when she broke it off. Not me. And I was hurt, broken-up inside, but I never harbored a grudge toward her. I still miss her now and again.
As a Matter of Fairness
toward girls and women who never wore or wore earrings and gave them up for some reason, this segment is only for you. I am sincere with these thoughts and no slight remarks are meant toward you because I personally have a lot of women friends who do NOT wear earrings who are quite pretty.
Listen to me. There is absolutely nothing wrong about any girl or woman who chooses to NOT wear earrings. Friends, this choice is hers. Not ours, and we as a free people of America should just let the pressure (about girls and women having to wear earrings, me included) go. And I do mean GO! I cannot fathom why I ever thought that girls needed to be pretty only if they wore gold hoop earrings.
Live and learn, I can only assume. But the stark and stunning fact still remains: I do miss Patty, and all of the women (who shall remain nameless) that I once loved who did wear gold hoop earrings. I salute you right now.
By the way, my wife DOES wear earrings. Those little pearl and gold earrings that she had to have her ears pierced in order to wear these pretty jewelry attachments.
Life is good.
August 17, 2019_____________________________________________
© 2019 Kenneth Avery
Marie Flint from Jacksonville, FL USA on August 19, 2019:
I had my ears pierced for modeling school, Ken, and afterwards I cried because it wasn't "natural." I do have an interest in the ear cuffs, however, those that slip into the entire lobe. I don't have any yet, but maybe in the future.
I also have developed an interest in choker neck adornment. I figure the piece will help detract from the sagging skin that results in "turkey neck."
Anyway, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Thank you for sharing your personal opinion and experience from the male perspective.
Doris James MizBejabbers from Beautiful South on August 18, 2019:
Now that's a sweet sentiment, dear Kenneth. I used to think a woman had a screw loose if she did not wear earrings. I fell in love with jewelry when my aunt let me play in her jewelry box as a child. I could hardly wait to get my ears pierced after I left home because my father wouldn't let me when I was under his roof.
BTW, my husband has a pierced ear and sometimes wears a diamond in it. In fact, I bought him a small blue diamond for his birthday several years ago to wear. He got his ear pierced with the rest of his squadron during the Vietnam War. I think he said they all wore a 1/4 carat diamond in their piercing and called themselves "the Diamond Squadron." So it had nothing to do with the gay movement and was considered "manly."