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I think there’s adult language in there, but I’m not positive, and I don’t have time to watch it over again.
Anyway, I still think tats are strictly for sailors, bikers, and prisoners. I don’t get why anyone else would do it.
Full disclosure: I was a sailor, and I have no tattoos. Mostly because I couldn’t think of anything that was cool enough to give free advertising to for the rest of my like. Heck, I rarely even wore T-shirts with writing on them.
Always a controversial topic. There are some who love ’em, and some who don’t.
(There was a pretty amusing riff very recently — off-topic and totally thread-hijacking — on a news site by multiple commenters on the observation that celebrity chefs always seem to be “sleeved” for some reason.)
Personally, I don’t care about tattoos if they’re hidden. If they’re visible, they strike me at first glance as a medical condition, and at second glance as similar to vandalism on a work of art. And, at third glance, as works of art themselves — sometimes good, sometimes not. Like all art.
In AIT I had my name tatted on my left bicep in case I ended up a lampshade or book binding.
Nazis gave out free tattoos, ‘nuf ced.
“Anyway, I still think tats are strictly for sailors, bikers, and prisoners. I don’t get why anyone else would do it.”
I’m with you 100% on that. To me, they’re a sign of stupidity and kitschy bad taste.
When I was in high school I had a mathematical compass in my book bag. A “friend” kicked the bag as I was holding it and I drove the needle of the compass into my leg above my knee. Since then I’ve had a black dot under my skin where I got jabbed.
It’s my only tattoo. I don’t care to get another.
I contemplated getting one in the Navy. A Woody Woodpecker:
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but decided against it when I saw older guys that had old tattoos that looked like ugly birthmarks
Oddly enough, I am the ruler of a tropical island…yet I have no tattoos. Go figure.
I met someone’s grandfather, WWII sailor, Pacific theater. Had an island girl on his forearm. Told me some stories.
I can respect that.
My dad’s family always said our family name was from 3 Irish brothers that moved to the US a couple hundred years ago. Back in my Navy days, I considered having a shamrock tatooed on my shoulder as a nod to my Irish roots, but never pulled the trigger on the ink. Fast forward 20 years to where I joined Ancestry dot com with a two week free trial to process my maternal Grandfather’s DNA sample. I traced my family name back to the 1400s…. and everyone that wasn’t born in America or the colonies was British. Oops.
TLDR; I have something in common with Fauxcahontas. Good thing I never put it in my bio or job application.