One of our morning rituals is to visit facebook. I log on and read for a bit while the girls are on their computer doing the same thing. This morning I caught a glance of their computer screen while it was zoomed in on a picture of a former soccer teammate and her new tattoo.
This young lady just turned 18 and is now apparently liberated enough to trot herself off to the local tattoo parlor and get the words 'no regrets' tattooed in Italian on her side. Yep. Really?
I just don't see the attraction to this. I remember growing up and seeing men with tattoos, usually on arms, the 'artwork' indicating which branch of the military they joined. Now everyone seems to have them, all over the place, and the artwork ranges from phrases to flowers to crosses.
The timing on this facebook post was rather ironic as at mass yesterday our priest mentioned that when asked if he has any tattoos, he replies that he has three...all on his soul. One for baptism, one for confirmation and one for holy orders. He's too afraid to get any other tattoos....not afraid of the needle, but afraid of his mother.
While the girls and I looked at this young lady's photo of her new tattoo, I reminded them that being afraid of their mother was a very good reason not to make a trip to a tattoo parlor on their 18th birthday.
3 comments:
What you need to show your girls is how ugly old tattoos look after 40 years or so, stretched out of shape, blurred, and marring the skin like a huge bruise. Find an old sailor and let them have a look.
I knew a young girl once who got a tattoo of a whale around her navel. Other young girls thought it was cool until one older woman said, "I can't wait to see that whale when you're pregnant."
Love the whale story....perfect! Have to look for an old military man with an equally old tattoo!
It's kind of like showing a kid who thinks smoking is cool a photo of Keith Richards. That sort of puts a damper on the glamor of smoking. Really fast.
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