I actually had a GIANT jangly collection of old cross necklaces I picked up in thrift shops and I tended to wear them ALL at once, like a big noisy breastplate, plus I had triple ear piercings and a bunch of costume jewelry rings my mother had worn in the sixties. (No makeup tho, and my hair has always defied dye and sprays.) And an attitude you could hammer out iron on. Plus I was obsessed with Artaud and Rimbaud and Baudelaire and Camus and a whole lot of other dead French guys with 'tude. And I had supple knee joints and lumbar vertebrae that weren't squashed. //sigh