I love tattoos. I find them creative and when done correctly, a beautiful expression. I myself have five and only regret the fish on my right ankle because people assume that I’m a Pisces. For the record, I’m a Libra and don’t really care about astrology.
The rest of my body art is hidden, relegated to a need to see basis. I so wish others thought the same way. Right now I’m looking at a ‘gentleman’ with a spider’s web on his elbow, a pair of lips on his neck, and a memorial to someone under his ear. With him is a chick with a ‘tramp stamp’ that is obscured by the rolls of fat peeking out of her too small shirt.
W T F?
I reckon that the kids from Leaky to the Teen’s generation are going about life the hard way. A sleeve tat can be covered but who wants to wear long sleeves in the summer? And the teddy bears, hearts, stars and other caca plastered on backs rule out formal affairs that call for strapless dresses. Then there are the hand/eye ones. In my past, a tear represented gang affiliation and anything too close to the wrist was too Anne Frank.
Today, like a Cole Porter song, anything goes!
When I was in corporate America, I used to wear a wig because I knew my locs were considered hostile to some. The wig was hot and itchy and due to my cat’s sense of entitlement, became his bed. I had to get my customers and coworkers used to my natural ‘do.
Sounding WAY too old, kids today believe they too have this sense of entitlement and feel that piercings, Mohawks, tattoos, are a right.
Imagine a skull glaring at you while you are closing a mortgage, or talking about your upcoming surgery and a memorial to Pookie is winking up at you? Can you take this person seriously? I don’t think I could. I’m prejudiced enough to demand a person with a name I can pronounce when I’m taking care of business.
Creativity and expressions are awesome when done in moderation. That homage to all things sky (that’s how dude explained his arms) uh uhn.
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