Another niece got engaged to a guy who had several piercings and the family wouldn't even acknowledge him. We had a few conversations out in the smoking area and got to know one another. For Christmas I bought him a tee shirt with Christ's hand with the nail piercing it that said, "I was saved by body piercing." The whole family kind of changed their attitude for a while. They still don't like him because he drinks and parties too much for their liking...

I've given up reminding them that they were young once... and nobody's perfect doesn't work either.
He asked me once why I didn't hate him... uh, gee I don't know... maybe I remember I am far from perfect. He likes my music too... he likes heavy metal and when it turned out my ipod had that too he told me I was special. Is that all it takes...