A Girl of Distinction

I’m standing on a packed train, coming home late, when I see a girl in her 20s with a gold safety pin sliced through her cheek  images-2 making me wince, knowing it had to hurt going in.

Why anyone wants to pierce their face like a Masai warrior, is a mystery to me.

What’s also interesting is the rest of her, dressed like a milkmaid in a long, white ruffled skirt and pink blouse with tiny daisies dancing across it.  She’s punk from the chin up, and vintage Ralph, down.  I’m mesmerized by her eclectic style wondering absurd things like, does the pin come out when she showers…does she have to sleep on her back?  I’ll bet it’s handy if a button pops.

At one point our eyes meet, inspiring me to smile, one not returned.

I’m self-conscious knowing I have no right staring, when suddenly, she’s in front of me.  I can’t help myself by asking, now ironically standing cheek to cheek,

“You’re such a pretty girl, whatever made you do that?”

She gives me a faraway look as if she’s not quite of this world before saying, “I don’t know what you mean.”

Then the doors open, and she’s gone.

Just one more New York story.

SB

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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13 Responses to A Girl of Distinction

  1. micklively says:

    It’s just attention-seeking behaviour. We all do it, one way or another.
    Piercings and tattoos leave me cold. I never saw a patch of skin on anyone that looked better for being mutilated. In the end, it’s her face and she must do whatever she thinks is right for her. If she takes the pin out, it will probably heal, and so is better than a tatt at least. I can’t help but wonder how those tattooed in their youth, regard their appearances, when in their eighties and nineties.

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  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, what gets me stymied is when a person dresses or does something so outlandish to intentionally stand out and get attention, then get all miffed when ‘uncool’ people notice exactly what they want us to notice. I especially love their usual line of, “What are you looking at?”
    Do you remember when it was a big deal to have more than one piercing in our ears, ha ha!

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  3. I worked with a young woman. She was sort of goth. Wore real vintage clothes that I had thrown out decades ago. She was pierced all over. Each time she got a new piercing (she had a pin through her eyebrow) it was like getting a new necklace for her. She was smart but in our stuffy company, she stood out like a freak and consequently wasn’t given the opportunities she should have received. She left. We also had another young woman with a humongous tat of a red (really red) rose on her chest. When she started she was thin as a reed and it peeped out of her blouses coquetishly. After two kids and a lot of extra weight her mammary glands hit her knees and the tat was hard to make out. All this took about 6 years to happen. I prefer things that are changeable when I change.

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  4. Elle Knowles says:

    When I used to alter wedding gowns I always asked, “What made you do that?” Tattoos running up and down their bodies! What was so funny was when the bride had to make sure her wedding gown covered the tattoo because her father didn’t know she had it! I can’t imagine disfiguring my body like that, though some people don’t see it that way…

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