What's possibly more wild to me is when your own male friends point out your "flaws", unsolicited. A guy I hung out with in my teen years made sure to tell me that he didn't like my latest facial piercing.

I had never asked him what he thought of it, but he chose to say something negative about my appearance anyway. The fact that he thought his opinion mattered that much will never cease to astonish me. It's my favourite piercing to this day, and it certainly didn't get in the way of finding the man I would marry.