At least some cultures would believe that I can do more than the rest of you mere mortals. Why? Because I have a Preauricular Sinus. WTF, you say? In laymen’s terms I have a hole in my ear. No, silly. Not the hole that you stuff with cotton-tipped sticks to nearly assault your eardrum. No, not the hole you got after letting someone with a high school education approach your head with a pressurized “gun.” It’s a benign congenital malformation.
Basically, just a tiny little hole that you can miss if you’re not looking right at the spot where the top of my ear meets my head. Preauricular Sinus.
This thing serves absolutely no purpose. It’s just a genetic thing. I’ve noticed one on my mom. I noticed one on my boy just this weekend. Truthfully, sometimes the darn thing itches. Still, I’m better off than some folks with holes in their ears. Preauricular Sinuses can become infected and cause pain all the way down to your jaw. Ouch.
Theories of origin of preauricular sinus includes: defective or incomplete fusion of the the beginnings of the external ears at the embryonic stage, relics of incomplete closure of the dorsal part of the first pharyngeal groove, and development from isolated ectodermal folds during the ear’s development. Mmmkay?
The incidence of preauricular sinuses in the United States is estimated to be 0-0.9%, and the incidence in New York State (where I was born) is estimated to be 0.23%. The incidence in whites is 0.0-0.6%, and for African Americans and Asians it is 1-10%. Only one third of folks even know they have one. You totally might have one. Go look in the mirror, I’ll wait.
Enough of the Dr. House crap, on to the magical powers stuff. The Yoruba peeps of Nigeria believe that the presence of preauricular sinus in an individual will confer supernatural abilities to become rich. I think I’m pretty awesome, but I’m still waiting on that rich part. It’s said that people with a PS can see ghosts. Sometimes when people stare at me on public transportation, I wonder if they’re ghosts. I mean, living people know better than to stare, right? Finally, people born with a caul or a veil often also have a PS too. I bet my mother wouldn’t have even thought to tell me if I was born with a caul or not. Not being superstitious or one to read certain African-American fiction, she wouldn’t have recognized the significance.
I always knew I was super awesome.