So now that tats and piercings are no longer somthing that threatens the establishment, I’m trying to figure out what the youg’uns will do next to shock The Man.
I’ve narrowed it down to two things:
Internal organ piercings. Here, lemmie show you my xrays.
Cosmetic surgery: Buttcrack lowering. You can tell she’s had work done when you can see the back of her knees, but no workment’s cleavage.
Unintentionally “Hoping Ward and June Cleaver become the rage for my kids” Blank
I read a story–I think it was by Robert J Sawyer, the one about the flash forward-- where the “shock the 'rents” fashion was transparent skin and tissue so that part of the face looked like a living anatomy cutaway.
Well, I guess since kids these days don’t have to worry about being attacked by marauding Huns or Sabertooth tigers, they need to get their RDA of pain somewhere.
Implanted flash cards and other technogimmickry. To heck with wearing your TV watch on your wrist. Imagine having it in your wrist, or, even better, built into your head with a HUD so you don’t even have to take your eyes off the road!