The Lost Art of the Hickey


One of my co-workers came to the office today with an obvious hickey between her neck and shoulder, but she thought I was juvenile for noticing it.

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“How old are you again?” she asked.

“Old enough to remember hickeys obviously.”

“Don’t you mean ‘Not too old to have forgotten hickeys’? You think young people don’t know what hickeys are?”

Maybe I should have said, “Old enough to remember when hickeys were a standard element of the teenage repertoire.”

But actually, I don’t think kids know what hickeys are. I haven’t even heard the word “hickey” in years. I think hickeys, like plaid pants, are a relic of a bygone era.

Girls are much more forward now, if the messages in my son’s yearbooks are any indication. If girls are offering oral sex in junior high school, what are you going to say? “Can I give you a hickey first”?

P.S. As I suspected, my 15-year-old son has no idea what a hickey is.

  4 comments for “The Lost Art of the Hickey

  1. MS
    29 Oct 2008 at 11:47 pm


    It’s a scar, not a hickey. People who have seen a hickey before would know the difference.

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    my cat can beat up your dog
    30 Oct 2008 at 2:22 pm

    so it’s from a bite not a hickey..

  3. MS
    30 Oct 2008 at 3:34 pm

    No, not that either.

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    college guy
    26 Nov 2008 at 5:59 am

    ive hearda a hickey but we dont call it that anymore we call it a ratty;) much nicer haha

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