I always had a paranoia about someone pulling my earrings out and tearing my ears, so I always wore them with clasps that undo when pulled. Then about three years ago, this man ripped my earrings out during a political argument. Half of me was thinking, 'What the hell are you doing?', the other half, 'Result!'Via Bookslut.
(BTW, Iron Council was pretty lame. It had very little Bas-Lag and way too much political melodrama. And I can believe in women with beetle heads, but a train that outruns all pursuit by moving on a constantly replaced set of tracks ? My suspension of disbelief just wasn't up to it.)