During college, when I decided to grow a mullet and go to Peru and design my own tattoo, my parents let me. I can imagine them in bed each night reminding each other, “Well, it could be worse. At least he hasn’t pierced his ears.”
For some reason, getting my ears pierced was one of the most extreme things I could do. As long as I didn’t do that, they were happy.
Hair, tattoos, bungee jumping, auditioning for Wipeout.