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May 15, 2005
Ladies, please stop getting tattoos
I have not lived for all that long, but when I was a child, tattoos were sported only by bikers, heroin addicts, and Marines. For at least ten years now, they've been the hottest fashion accessory for every girl within 500 miles of a major metropolitan area, right above the ass of anyone worth her weight in Franz Ferdinand singles, up there with iPod Minis and Hello Kitty wallets in terms of desirability, popularity, and girliness.
Ladies, please stop getting tattoos.
No more tattoos.
Seriously.
No.
Put down the Pabst Blue Ribbon and listen to me.
Stop.
Piercings are almost as bad, but at least they can be taken out.
A tattoo is a permanent reminder to yourself and to everyone in the world that you are a trend-hopping automaton, willing to sacrifice your own flesh on the altar of popularity.
Just buy a Prada bag. When you get sick of it you can ditch it at a yard sale.
Posted by tony at May 15, 2005 02:45 PM
Comments
I concur.
Posted by: Rachael at May 17, 2005 05:05 PM
this is refreshing to read...everyone in minneapolis seems to love their above-asscrack tattoos. the tattoo fad cannot end soon enough.
Posted by: kate at May 17, 2005 11:38 PM
The way of all flesh is...well, it isn't forever -- but Prada is.
Posted by: Janine at May 28, 2005 04:21 PM
It's been a long time since you've posted this, but here I am reviewing some of your posts and smiling to myself.
I have two tattoos.
1: I wouldn't put ink in my skin to gain attention or popularity.
2: The tattoos are not in view to the general public unless I choose to wear a shirt that reveals the back of my right shoulder.
3:It was no sacrifice of flesh, it was the choice of an adult who had felt (for over ten years before getting them) that these pieces had been missing from her body.
4: I don't drink beer.
5: Prada bags aren't worth my money.
6: Biker - No, heroin addict - Nope, Marines - No Thanks
I grew up without siblings. The closest thing to a sibling was my cat. He just passed away after sharing 20 years of life with me. His paw prints are on my shoulder, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
You're so intelligent and creative - such an attack seems unlike you.
So there. :P
Posted by: OK Jen at July 15, 2008 09:40 PM
