About 12 years ago I went to work at Bennigan’s. I rode a motorcycle at the time. I am a female. I was the only girl there that didn’t have a tattoo. All the sorority girls all had their little hip tattoos.
Where I work now, we have folks ranging from 18 to about 94. Precious few of the older guys with tattoos are still glad they have them.
My take on tattoos isn’t that I am vociferous in my disapproval, it’s that tattoos are something that are routinely done drunk/spur of the moment/ etc., and that typically, that isn’t when the best judgements are made. Now, with them being trendy, you add yet another good reason to not do something. Sure, there are folks out there who genuinely love the art of tattoo and all the blahblah that goes with it. However, my beef, and I am certain I am not the only one, is that the vast majority of the people have no concept how long a week is, much less a lifetime. They don’t know that getting tattoos on your neck doesn’t matter today when you are young and partying, but your boss/future wife/future in-laws, it will matter to, and it will probably coincide with it mattering to YOU.
I considered myself lucky that I got through my younger years without too much permanent damage, no teen pregnancies, no maimed limbs, no bones in my nose. Because I was successful at that, I don’t have to keep telling people “No, it’s a liger, from this movie that came out 40 years ago called Napoleon Dynamite.” “Jonathan was a boyfriend I had for 5 years, we broke up when I was 23, it sure seemed like love.” Those sorts of things. My crush on Greg is my business, my love for Adam Ant is my little secret, and the horrid things I did to my hair in the 80’s only exist in pictures.
I have three girlfriends that have tattoos:
- Very rebellious, huge forearm tattoos, big body tattoos elsewhere
- Super, super, super trendy, hearts, butterflies, fairies in easily concealed spots
- Pretty normal all around, married, not much older than the other two, small ankle tattoo, a hip tattoo.
Which one do I think really likes tattoos? Probably the 3rd one. Who will still like them in 50 years? Probably the 3rd one. The other two will probably have huge black indistinct blobs all over their bodies.
I don’t have one because I really can’t think of anything I’ll still like in 50 years. Except my daughter. My husband maybe. Everytime I think, gee, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, I have flashes of having “I’m an idiot.” tattood on my forearm in chinese. That straightens me right up.