I thought about the earrings later, like a dirty secret, wishing I had looked at them for a few moments longer. I reacted to it as though I had found someone's secret porn stash, stuffing the earrings back into the jewelry rack and, red-faced, fleeing from the store before anyone saw what I was looking at. The symbol was making another emergence into current teenage trends. At Claire's, looking for smiley face accessories to wear with my smiley face shirts, I found a pair of earrings emblazoned with the yin yang. What had started as a mild interest in the expressive yellow form quickly turned into an all-out obsession once I figured out that exaggerating a new interest could diminish my previous reputation of being obsessed with cats, which now, at 12 years old, seemed babyish and embarrassing. "Disgusting," I thought, and quickly (though unintentionally) lost all my Pogs in a swift recess time defeat "for keeps."īy 1997, I had begun my collection of smiley face T-shirts. There was probably more to it, too, that I didn't understand because I was too young. The interior shapes depicted two bodies interlacing the circles on either side representing those bodies' holes. The sexual imagery was much more obvious to me now, as I was more mature and worldly. The set also included a silver slammer engraved with a yin yang. Many of the Pogs were "sexy skeleton" themed: skeletons in bikinis, skeletons posing like pinup girls, skeletons caught in the act of dropping a hanky and, randomly, skeletons playing golf.
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