So good it hurts...

I have a vague recollection of getting my ears pierced; the large gun moving toward my tiny earlobe, the acrid smell of methylated spiirit...that memory is stored in the deep recesses of my mind along with other equally painful experiences.
So it puzzles me that one would take a needle to places that should never have sharp objects near them. A friend of mine has 10 piercings, and only 2 of them are on his face. You do the math.
Brunch this afternoon was an impassioned discussion over pain and pleasure and how fine the line betwen the two is. Pehaps the strongest argument came from someone who cited the flourishing S&M industry as an example of how blurred the line has become. People will spend their hard-earned money getting whipped, smacked and spanked by a woman in tight leather and stilettos. All in an effort to find the exciting balance between pleasure and pain...

The agony of getting my ears pierced tells me their search might be in vain...but what do I know.