I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this, but it’s been hotter than hell in my town for about a week now. People walk about in a daze, bottles of water in hand, wearing next to nothing and showing too much pale leg and bad tattoo.
The tattoo craze really has left a few indelible marks on people around here. And I think quite a few of them are going to be either slapping their foreheads or looking for the nearest lazer surgeon in a couple of years. Back in the day when you had to be either a con, a carney or a sailor to have a tattoo it was certainly a different esthetic that ruled. Anchors, hearts with MOM in them, doves of peace, birds of prey. Skulls and reapers and swords. Oh, my.
Now, I guess you get a tattoo thinking it will express your personality, or whatever the hell you happen to be enamoured with at the moment. Bad boys get badboy tattoos. Girls still get girly tattoos, mostly. The goths do the goth thing, the bikers do the biker thing. And then we have the regular joes and janes that try to be bikers, goths and cons. And mostly they just look like they haven’t done their homework.
Quite a few of my friends have tattoos. What I can say in their defense is that they do their homework. Think about what you´re marking yourself with. It’s going to be with you for a while. And people rarely stop at one, so make sure what you get fits with our other stuff. I think the most incongruous artwork I have seen so far is the slightly overweight Indian gentleman with the grim reaper tattoo over his entire upper arm. Kali I would have understood, but the reaper? And it was not very well executed either. It looked like a bad idea poorly done.
Meanwhile the only reason I get treated to all this body art is that folks are wearing next to nothing. “I see the girls go by dressed in their summer clothes…” That kind of thing. I know I’m getting old because my first thought when I see one of these lithe young things dressed in a over-large shirt-dress thing and nothing else is: “hey, you forgot to wear pants”. There’s that and the skirt so short you wonder if it’s actually a belt. And the guys… well, let’s just say I haven’t seen this much pale, striped bacon in a long while. Which makes you think “put your shirt back on, man. Sheesh. I don’t need to see you jiggle when you walk”.
Weather forcast promises rain. Good thing too, I think. Brains cool, clothes go back on. Thank Kali.
ROL
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