At the QuikTrip convenience store and the Burger King half a block from my house, employees with tattoos care required to wear bandages to cover their tattoos. So they are unacceptable not just the top of the social hierarchy.
I’m baffled by their sudden social acceptability, and the popularity of shows like Miami Ink. But I’m hopeful that such wide mainstream acceptance means the trend is nearly over, and that soon tattoos are going to be unfashionable. And the thought that all these people are going to have been rendered irrevocably unfashionable fills me with schadenfreude.
Back in the late 1970s, like most of my peers, owned a “leisure suit”. Baby blue, made out of polyester. It was the fashion, undeniably (I had a perm as well). The best thing about that suit is that it went to Goodwill 30 years ago. I am not wearing that suit today. I haven’t been forced to wear that suit 24 hours a day, seven days a week for the past 30 years. If I had been wearing a baby blue leisure suit 24/7, people would assume that I was an idiot, and I would have been rendered unemployable.
I’m lucky in that my newly 18 year old niece does not seem to have any desire to get one. I told her, wear whatever you like. Cut your hair, die it, braid it, shave it off. Where any makeup you wish. All these things can be changed, and you retain the freedom to re-invent yourself. A tattoo limits your choices.