Look pretty for me...

Yesterday in the staff lunchroom I walked in on a conversation where a colleague was digging herself a big hole about acceptable body modification. Apparently she was mortified by some underarm hair.
My god.
I was tired and tried not to pay too much attention to their waffling. There was already a dyke in the room involved in the conversation and I figured she could put them in place if need be.
But a little later a fellow (who is new to our female dominated workplace) wonders about why people put piercings all over their face.
He mused: "I really don't find them very attractive and they don't make me want to look at the people wearing them at all."
I had to look up from my sandwich and point out: "Umm, I don't want to break your middle-aged male heart, but I think that's the point babe."

Silly boys thinking the world revolves around them. Sheesh.