I couldn’t tell you why, exactly, but bellybutton piercings viscerally repulse me. I should probably preface that by saying that bellybuttons viscerally repulse me, and a crystal stud right up in there does nothing for the biological aversion I feel in regard to that weird spot. Navels are just so human, you know? Like, there was a bloody fucking cord in there that attached you to your mother, which is weird enough, and then you had to go and stick a Swarovski (if you’re fancy) in for good measure? Ugh!
But that’s just my opinion. Obviously not everyone shares this sentiment, because enough people have rocked bellybutton rings in the past (and present!) for it to have been a Thing. (My mother texted me a couple of weeks ago to ask me if she should get hers done with her fellow bellydancers, which, again, is ugh on so very many levels.) And now that Beyoncé‘s gone and flaunted her navel jewel in her new H&M ads (why, Bey, why?), do we think it will make a resurgence? Don’t they get all crusty and grimy and get stuck to your sheets and maybe cause infection? I don’t know, man. Would you be willing to give this very ’90s trend another go? [Refinery29]