Sports Editor
A deer, a lobster, and a box of crayons.
All three oddities were permanently tattooed in dark black ink on the right bicep of an attractive, thin, mid-20s woman who was dining in the same restaurant I was in a few weeks ago. Now this isn't the woman you're thinking in your head. The group of people she was sitting with all seemed to be successful (stereotyping people with Steve Madden shoes, ties and blackberries).
What would possess a woman to have these strange things on her arm for the rest of her life?
And since when did it become a social norm for women to have tattoos all over their bodies?
I think I speak for the majority of the male population in saying: "Keep the ink off your bodies!"
Think how silly you will look in nine years at little Bobby's soccer game with a right bicep that looks like a drunk Picasso attacked.
The wise words of Vince Vaughn might have put it best in "Wedding Crashers" when he said "Tattoo on the lower back….might as well be a bullseye."
These tramp stamps are often put on during a young girl's life when she thinks butterflies and stars would be the perfect accentuation to her body. That or it was a night of a few too many cranberry and vodkas. But in actuality, nothing spells unoriginal and lame more than these stamps.
I would be a hypocrite if I didn't declare that I have, indeed, dated a few women with the typical tats. A few had the tattoo placed parallel to their hip bones and ...well woman parts. And when asked if I liked the little star a few inches below their jean's waist line, I nodded and replied, "Of course, it looks good." But come on, I agreed for reasons that don't need to be explained.
Yet think of this possible scenario playing out at a job interview with the boss asking the potential employee:
"So Mary, what assets will you give to this company?"
"Well, I have a B.A. in Accounting from an accredited university, I have great interpersonal skills and when I bend over at the company Christmas party I have a lovely tattoo on my lower back that is sure to make everyone cringe with displeasure."
All three oddities were permanently tattooed in dark black ink on the right bicep of an attractive, thin, mid-20s woman who was dining in the same restaurant I was in a few weeks ago. Now this isn't the woman you're thinking in your head. The group of people she was sitting with all seemed to be successful (stereotyping people with Steve Madden shoes, ties and blackberries).
What would possess a woman to have these strange things on her arm for the rest of her life?
And since when did it become a social norm for women to have tattoos all over their bodies?
I think I speak for the majority of the male population in saying: "Keep the ink off your bodies!"
Think how silly you will look in nine years at little Bobby's soccer game with a right bicep that looks like a drunk Picasso attacked.
The wise words of Vince Vaughn might have put it best in "Wedding Crashers" when he said "Tattoo on the lower back….might as well be a bullseye."
These tramp stamps are often put on during a young girl's life when she thinks butterflies and stars would be the perfect accentuation to her body. That or it was a night of a few too many cranberry and vodkas. But in actuality, nothing spells unoriginal and lame more than these stamps.
I would be a hypocrite if I didn't declare that I have, indeed, dated a few women with the typical tats. A few had the tattoo placed parallel to their hip bones and ...well woman parts. And when asked if I liked the little star a few inches below their jean's waist line, I nodded and replied, "Of course, it looks good." But come on, I agreed for reasons that don't need to be explained.
Yet think of this possible scenario playing out at a job interview with the boss asking the potential employee:
"So Mary, what assets will you give to this company?"
"Well, I have a B.A. in Accounting from an accredited university, I have great interpersonal skills and when I bend over at the company Christmas party I have a lovely tattoo on my lower back that is sure to make everyone cringe with displeasure."
Published in the PUC Chronicle on April 7, 2008
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