Regarding circumcision for boys. My family did it routinely, it was the way things were done. My husband's family was the same, but he was born prematurely and the doctor told his parents to wait until he was older. By the time he was considered old enough, his parents were still paying off hospital bills and trying to keep their home. They decided to wait a little longer. No insurance back then, at least not for them. In the end they never had it done.
My MIL confessed that she always worried about health and cleanliness issues and the strangeness of it all. My husband remembers that during baths, she would insist on having him pull back the foreskin and really wash his penis well, maybe too well. He hated it and resented the intrusion. I assumed that happened when he was still a small child, but I found out from other family members she would invade his baths until he was in his teens to oversee the washing of the penis. It took the family doctor to tell her that someone of that age knows how to wash their body and leave him alone. Finally able to bathe alone, he ignored pulling back his foreskin and just washed however.
When I first got with him, I admit that the only other penis's (penis'?) I'd seen were circumcised and it was weird, but the damn thing worked just fine, if you know what I mean. Initially, we just had regular missionary sex. The first time he asked me for a blow job, I couldn't do it. His penis smelled nasty and there was some yellowish pasty stuff under the rim of the head. I got him to wash by making the cleaning of the penis into foreplay. It became our thing. Over time, he completely washed his penis without the promise of sex afterwards. Once, when drunk, he admitted that he ignored washing his penis because he resented his mother making it such a big deal that she insisted on overseeing the process.
Regarding pierced ears, my mother wouldn't allow it. She'd had pierced ears when she was a teen and once pulled a tight sweater over her head and the earring caught on the sweater. It tore through her ear lobe, which hurt like heck and the blood ruined her sweater. By the time the wound healed, she was done with earrings, and wouldn't let my older sister get it done. Big sis was quite the rebel, and showed up one day with pierced ears. She'd got a friend of hers to take her to a beauty shop. Mom acquiesced, and let sis keep them, predicting that eventually she'll regret it.
I had my ears pierced when I was 16. I was visiting my father and my step mother took me to have it done, I suspect as an FU you yo my mother. Horrible experience, the aftercare of taking care of newly pierced ears was a chore and I got a mild infection from not following the instructions correctly. I found that I was only occasionally interested in earrings and would wear the same pair for months on end. Eventually I stopped wearing them completely and let the holes close. One time I decided to reopen them and pushed the sharp pointed piercing studs through my ears by hand. Again, after a couple of years I took my earrings out and can't imagine bothering with them again.
I've offered my kids the option of having their ears pierced, but only after they got into their teens, and told them about the initial pain and the aftercare, but admitted that if you like earrings, it can be fun. My oldest elected to have it done, but eventually found it to be too much of a bother. She doesn't wear earrings very often, so I'm surprised that her holes hasn't closed up. None of my other kids have ever been interested in it.