tattooed love boys
I'm not a tattoo fan. I'm fairly apathetic about them. If that's what you want to do to yourself, fine, but I have no desire to permanently mark myself with anything. Whether it's 'art' or not is debatable, but really, 'art' is in the eye of the beholder. Whether it's attractive or not, again, in the eye of the beholder. I guess I just prefer flesh tones.
Nobody in my immediate family has ever had a tattoo, at least that I know of. None of my siblings have any. None of the wife's siblings have any. Two of our nieces do - my brother in law's daughter has a small one, and my brother's long lost and now found daughter is at least twenty percent covered in them.
Today, the youngster is getting one (a cross, on his upper arm) and I'm not happy about it. I know some of that is my personal bias. I grew up in a world where tattoos were something drunk sailors surprised themselves with the next morning after an episode in the dirty back rooms of bars in Toulon, France. I know it's way different now. I still don't like the idea of permanently marking yourself up. I never cared if other people choose to do that, but I don't want it for me, and I'd prefer my son feel the same way, but he doesn't. I know how the professional world looks at people with tattoos. I know they are way more acceptable with younger people now, but still, if you want to be a barista at Starbucks, fine. If you have dreams of 6 figure salaries in the professional world, at least in the one I live in, don't go there. Sure, you can put it where it won't be seen, but then, what's the point? It's an instant check in the minus column. Fair or not, that's how it is. I don't like the idea of him saddling himself with an instant handicap in his looming career hunt.
Yes, he's doing it over my very vocal objections. Yes, I'll get over it. Yes, I did what I now consider very stupid things when I was young, sometimes over the very vocal objections of my parents as well, although none of them were quite this permanent (and therein lies my biggest objection...the permanence. If you could do tattoos on an annual subscription basis, where once you tire of them you just stop paying and it disappears, I'd be much better with it). No, it won't make me love him any less. I just wish he wouldn't...
Nobody in my immediate family has ever had a tattoo, at least that I know of. None of my siblings have any. None of the wife's siblings have any. Two of our nieces do - my brother in law's daughter has a small one, and my brother's long lost and now found daughter is at least twenty percent covered in them.
Today, the youngster is getting one (a cross, on his upper arm) and I'm not happy about it. I know some of that is my personal bias. I grew up in a world where tattoos were something drunk sailors surprised themselves with the next morning after an episode in the dirty back rooms of bars in Toulon, France. I know it's way different now. I still don't like the idea of permanently marking yourself up. I never cared if other people choose to do that, but I don't want it for me, and I'd prefer my son feel the same way, but he doesn't. I know how the professional world looks at people with tattoos. I know they are way more acceptable with younger people now, but still, if you want to be a barista at Starbucks, fine. If you have dreams of 6 figure salaries in the professional world, at least in the one I live in, don't go there. Sure, you can put it where it won't be seen, but then, what's the point? It's an instant check in the minus column. Fair or not, that's how it is. I don't like the idea of him saddling himself with an instant handicap in his looming career hunt.
Yes, he's doing it over my very vocal objections. Yes, I'll get over it. Yes, I did what I now consider very stupid things when I was young, sometimes over the very vocal objections of my parents as well, although none of them were quite this permanent (and therein lies my biggest objection...the permanence. If you could do tattoos on an annual subscription basis, where once you tire of them you just stop paying and it disappears, I'd be much better with it). No, it won't make me love him any less. I just wish he wouldn't...
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