Are you in a cult?

I fancied myself "alternative" in high school. This was the early 90's, so think grunge mixed with punk. My usual outfit consisted of my Catholic school skirt cut at the hem and then restapled to an alarming length, over the knee socks and doc martens sharpied with a variety of anti-establishment slogans, and a leather biker jacket that was stocked with Marlboro reds and a zippo lighter. I wanted more piercings so I found a mall store that was unconcerned with things such as parental consent. I was able to fit four piercings on each ear. I proudly adorned my ears with such earrings as crosses, dragons, and silver hoops. My father focused on the earrings and asked me with all seriousness..."Are you in a cult?" Yes, Dad. I'm in a cult that demands multiple ear piercings by its members.