I know I’m probably going to draw fire for this blog post, but doggone it I can’t keep quiet. As you all know, I love people watching. Give me a park bench on a sunny afternoon, and I’ll be entertained for hours. But here lately, I’ve noticed something that has me perplexed.
The other day, I was standing in line waiting to return an item I had purchased and I couldn’t help but notice the tattoos on the woman standing a few feet away. Most of her tattoo’s were fairly tasteful, but seeing her name tattooed on her arm made me wonder about other women I’ve seen with their names tattooed on their much-too-exposed who-who’s.
Maybe I’m old school, but I just don’t get it. Why would someone need to tattoo their own name on their own who-who’s? Is there so much traffic to that region of their bodies that these women need identification? Is there concern about amnesia and the tattoo is a permanent reminder of their name. What?
I can already hear the shotguns of angry women loading even as I type this post. But I really and truly don’t understand. I also don’t understand the people who have pictures of themselves—not pictures of themselves with other people—but portrait type pictures of themselves that they frame and display at work. I could see two or three small pictures—maybe—but not a collage of various size pictures as a personal shrine. What’s that all about?
All right, I’m stepping off my soapbox. Don’t shoot me, guys. I’ve been holding my tongue and I had to let it out. I um…have a little bit more to let out later so I’ll be um…unloading next week. By golly, I’m on a roll!
What’s your take on all this?