To Tattoo or Not to Tattoo: A Debate
There’s been a definite rise in the popularity of tattoos over the past few years. There’s the Suicide Girls (sexy chicks, posing half naked, showing off their bad ass tatts), shows like Miami Ink, LA Ink, London Ink, Peckham Ink (I made up the last one, but let’s face it, it won’t be long). People are pretty quick to show off their tattoos and sit you down for lengthly discussions about their meanings. I don’t necessarily object to tattoos per say, I just object to bad ones.
Little known Bangs fact: I actually have a tattoo. Yeah, that’s right. Check this bad boy out:
Yeah, you didn’t think I was that bad ass did you? (Excuse the attire – I was rushing out the door to boxing class, which in itself, proves that I am in fact, pretty bad ass).
I got that when I was 17. It means ‘love’ in Japanese. It is the corniest of corny tattoos. I agonised over what to get for months. Talked it through with my parents (who are obviously very liberal). I initially wanted to go with a sign of where I’m from, so was going to have half a shamrock and half a maple leaf (Ireland and Canada) – oh the horror. As I’d always been fairly obsessed with Japanese culture, I somehow settled on this.
Now, 12 years on, do I hate it? No. But I am super glad I have it in a place that is covered most of the time. If I ever get pregnant, it’ll just be a bunch of nonsensical random lines on my stomach. I don’t particularly want to go through the pain or expense of getting it removed, so it remains, as a sign of my youth. I made great decisions as a youngster – I didn’t drink, do drugs, have underage sex – but the tattoo? My one error in judgement.
As errors in judgement go, at least I had the sense to keep mine small and discreet. Other people clearly don’t think their body art through. Don’t get me wrong, I have friends who are tatted to the rafters and I think they look great. It’s part of who they are, they have put a lot of thought into what they get, it’s who they are and it’s a lifestyle choice. But then there are the women who get them on their upper arms, which is awful. I don’t care what you have there, you look like you’re ready to fight at all times. It gives off a horrible impression. Most times it tends to be something terribly tacky like a heart (bitch please!), a devil, their star sign – yawn, yawn, yawn. Come on! Or a tramp stamp, which it synonymous with tackiness.
Worse is someone’s name. If you have someone’s name tatted on you, you’re an idiot. A partner’s? That’ll look great when you break up. Your kids? Why? You can’t remember their names? If you want something to show how much they mean to you, walk on hot coals and take a picture. Your own name? Why in the frik would you get your own name tattooed on yourself? That is the height of douchebaggery.
Overall, there are very few people who can pull off tattoos. I say, if you’re gonna do it, go big or go home. None of this devil on your shoulder crap. I’ve never seen an old person look good with tatts and that’s what I always think when I see these young chicks tatted up – what happens when you have to wear a ball gown to a formal event and you have ‘Mike’s 4Eva’ inked across your shoulder blades. Hmm, classy. Think it through!
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