I chat with strangers in grocery checkout lines. I just strike up conversations. The weather. What they’re buying. What I’m buying.
The other day I struck up a conversation with a woman who was, perhaps, a few years older than I. I bragged, as I sometimes do, about how wonderful my nieces and nephews are. Which they are.
My nieces and nephews range in age from 21 to 28. For some reason or other the woman brought up the subject of tattoos and how different young people’s ideas are of them than are ours.
“We see them as a sign of low status. They don’t”, I said.
She looked at me as though startled. “I’d never thought of it that way”, she said.
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Hmm. My nieces and nephews range from about 27 to about 48, nine of them. I have a 14-year-old great-niece.
Tatoos are an outward sign of an inner and irrational confidence in the future.
Tramp stamps certainly are, PD.
Tatoos are an outward sign of an inner and irrational confidence in the future.
LOL
Personally, I think there are two kinds of tattoos: Those that are a waste of good skin, and those that aren’t. I find them silly and overly tribal in every event.
I’ve thought about getting a tattoo for over a decade, but have yet to pull the trigger. I just haven’t found anything that I like enough to make a permanent part of me.
At least a person freely decides whether or not to get a tattoo, unlike the forced bodily mutilation that half our country’s little atheist boys have to endure at the hands of superstitious parents.