The women on the show who had ten or twelve piercings in each ear reminded me of a friend who boasts of having sixty pairs of earrings. I just laugh and tell her she can only wear one pair at a time. I guess that's not if you have so many holes in your head.
A man with one or two tattoos isn't particularly bothersome. Guys will be guys. But the men who don't have one square micron of natural skin showing, well that's something else again. They seem to be obsessed with tattooing. What, oh what are they going to do when there's no place left for the tattoo artist to ply his trade.
Are they going to go into some kind of technicolor withdrawal? Will they curl up on an artist's palate and dry up like so much left over paint? Will they foolishly try to gain weight, stretch the skin to make room for more...which won't work? Have they considered what they'll look like when they're old and wrinkled? Maybe they have; maybe they don't care.
Perhaps there's a way of tattooing over a tattoo, the same way Tom Hattan who hosted a kid's cartoon show in Los Angeles, and could take a child's name and turn it into a choo-choo or a puppy.
I will never understand why someone, especially a woman would want to cover her entire body with art. Don't they like themselves? They are trying to hide who and what they are as human beings from themselves and the world? For some inexplicable reason they like them? Is this their way of being exhibitionists? They do it because they can? Are they into pain?
I'll never know, but I can be pretty sure that the reasons are as varied as the people who are tattooed.
It's not like I haven't thought that a tiny tat on the point of the hip or on the back of the hip might not be fun. At the same time I shudder to think what it will look like when that same butt with its cute picture of Tweetie Pie looks like an old prune.
Whenever I see someone with a tat, my thoughts will rush immediately to Annie. May she and her beautiful "A" live in harmony and health for many years. May they remain good friends and the reason they got together never becomes a harsh reality.
Likewise, whenever the silly thought of getting one myself flits through my mind, I'll smile and think of Annie doing it for me, and will think about getting a decal.
Let's face it, getting a tat just for fun isn't so smart; it's not like they can be washed off. Now a decal...
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