The ink of it

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Yes, I will eat your children.
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This is gonna rustle a few feathers.  A few people’s calf muscles will contract as they lift their heals in reaction to my audacity, my Victorian mindset stuck in this liberal world.

I can hear the mob protesting outside, chanting for my head: “We’ve landed on the moon, for goodness sake.  We’ve got same sex marriages and religious freedom.  It’s time you get with the program.”

But I’m the type of guy who speaks his mind, or rather put pen to paper, for that significantly reduces the chances of being beaten to death.  (And I like breathing, without aid.)  So here goes, it’s controversial, probably mind numbing to most: I just don’t like tattoo’s.

I don’t get why anyone would want one, never mind the excessive amount I’ve seen on celebs and people all around.  Why would you want to look like you lost a fight with a printer cartrige?  Do you really need the wings of an Angel on your back or the semi-accurate rendition of a deceased relative on your arm?

I know tattooing has been with humanity forever but so has homicide.  It doesn’t make it acceptable.  And I don’t see you running around with a spear and skirt made out of leaves.

Like everything in life, I tolerate a few exclusions to the rule.  Tattoo’s has become common identification for several groups of society.  These include bikers, cage fighters, gang members, drunken idiots in Vegas and ex-cons.

I have even become enlightened to accept a small fairy or butterfly on the ankle or a Superman logo, cross and whatever else you deem reasonable on your back or forearm.  Man, I will even be impressed with the names and birthdates of your kids on an inner bicep.  Everything in moderation.  But why on earth would you want to cover 80% of your body in ink, if you are a normal, rational thinking person?

I mean nothing says classy and sophisticated like a beautiful woman prancing down a red carpet with a magnificent revealing dress, NOT covering the dark blotch of a Native Indian, splashed across their back.  There is a reason why it’s commonly referred to as a tramp stamp people.

You may have had the body of the Rock or Pink when you thought the design of the dragon eating Grandpa Smurf, flanking your entire left torso would be awesome, and living in a gym gave you the excuse to walk around shirtless forever.  But here news for you.

Age and gravity.

Age is inevitable, like death and taxes.  Age will turn the cells that keeps your skin nice and tight into a blubbering mess eventually, resulting in stretching and wrinkling.  No amount of Nivea for men eye cream will prevent this.  And if age is inevitable, gravity is a bitch.  The science that keeps us all from catapulting of this spinning blue ball is the same one that will force all that lose skin to migrate south.

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What makes you think, seeing this, I want this on my ass.
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The fearsome dragon will turn into a slithering earthworm crawling around your waist, looking for a blue cupcake.  Or the beautiful nightingale soaring above your left breast with the rose in its beak will make people wonder what happened to the dove and olive branch, (which it never was) and now resembles an ostrich chasing your nipple.  And all the great designs of famous people and cartoon characters will detiorate into various examples of Halloween masks.

There once was a young man applying for a position as a grade 5 teacher and like most educators I know, he was an upstanding, salt of the earth kind of person.  A good looking, fit, young man, who seemed to love kids.  He didn’t get the job.  Did I mention he had a tattoo of some weird alien shit on his left forearm which no amount of clothes could cover, a skull on his left calf and a tiger on his right arm.  No silly, that’s not the reason why he didn’t get the job, he liked Mexican food…

Whether or not you think tattoo or taboo, at the end of the day, it’s your body and you have the right to decide how you want to desecrate it.  You have the right to paint every single inch of your skin in an array of flowers, animals, fantasy creatures, religious symbols, Chinese lettering and anything else your twisted imagination can come up with. And if you decide that you want to stuff up your body, just make sure the artist is not just great, but some frigging child prodigy or something!  Like Da Vinci or Salvador Dali.

Remember one thing: If you choose to ink, I can choose to think.  Don’t judge me for not appreciating your method of expression and I’ll try my best not to judge you.  I will keep my mouth shut, try my best not to look disgusted, because let’s face it, I like my nose where it is and I don’t like the sight of blood.  Especially if it’s my own.

But one thing that’s not two: You will never date Princess. Just saying.

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21 thoughts on “The ink of it

  1. I got my first tattoo right after I turned 50. Age and gravity had already hit so I figured it was safe now. LOL! It’s a cat that’s just below my left ankle. When I wear a shoe, you can just see the top of his head peaking out over the top of the shoe. I met a smart 20 year old woman a month ago who had 5 tattoos. They were all in places that couldn’t be seen if she were dressed up for a job interview and she did it deliberately. Very smart. But, I agree with you, I don’t feel a need to go out and get my entire body tattooed. I don’t understand that either.

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  2. Funcounter perspective view on tattoos. When I moved to the States that’s one of the first things I have noticed: the sheer amount of tattoos among common people (as opposed to celebrities, athletes) over here. And this regardless of age, gender, education levels and profession. In Europe I could seriously count the number of people with tattoos I know with one hand. And as you say a lot of times they are not small tattoos either. I keep asking myself why is this the case? Is it about extreme self-expression ? I don’t know.

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    • Well, I also encountered a lot of tattooed people in Australia. when I think about it, I’m not sure if it’s the amount of people who have them or the sheer intensity of the ink on a few people.

      What I do know is that it’s becoming a fashion thing. Like earrings in the early nineties. Fortunately you can take out an earring…

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  3. I hear you. And all the pain that must be borne to get those hideous things on your skin !
    I wouldn’t trust anyone with a tattoo too. My maid’s son recently helped me to carry some stuff to and from the loft, and he had a big tattoo of a cross (and he’s not even Christian, for Godssake) on his left arm. I don’t think I’ll ever call him again for any chore.

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  4. Ah, humans and tattoos…it’s always fascinated me…I’m really not sure what to think of it, but for some reason I can’t help but feel that the more ink a human being is covered in, the less of one’s individuality radiates. I might get into trouble for saying this, but I feel bikers all kinda look the same, in part thanks to their tattoos…

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  5. I have a huge phoenix on my thigh that would most likely turn into a turkey when I hit 50 and I really don’t plan on stopping with that. So really, I’m suppose to hate you and your post. But I loved it! I can see where you’re coming from and I love how you expressed it. Had me laughing out loud.

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