What's with the tattoo craze??? Turn on the t.v. set and see the unmarried, unstable, the underdeveloped individuals with tattoos of their boyfriend or girlfriend's name, in lovely black ink, letters of 2" high emblazoned across their shoulder, their pectoral muscle or here's the best across the throat. Yep get up close -- looks like it was a botched suicide, but it wasn't -- the jerk let a tattoo artist embroider his girlfriend's name on his throat in Script font, bolded and Italicized.
Now isn't that romantic -- just like branding your cow. Well, have you ever watched Maury when relationships turn from lust to the I HATE HER GUTS SHOW, not just looking for the Baby's Daddy, but now money to have laser surgery.
Can you just imagine ladies -- divorced and having the sot's name staring back at you each and every day of of your life. Yep when the boobs start sagging, the jerk starts heading south -- do you really want that happening?
And what about the cost? These people look like they haven't got rent money, but put enough artwork on their body equivalent to purchasing Andy Warhol's Campbell Soup picture. Now they can't find the money for removal costs!
And let's talk about the new love -- isn't that what you want to see as you lie next to your girlfriend -- Darnell's name on her shoulder and, get this, his portrait the size of your remote control staring back at you. Doesn't that just get you in the mood to propose?
One guy said to the girlfriend, the tattoo goes or I go. Last time I saw her she was holding a scrap of cardboard standing on an island of four lane traffic begging for change - claiming she needed help. Needed help alright -- help to get that dam tattoo off her arm or she wasn't walking down any aisle in the near future.
Now tell me isn't this a painful procedure -- how drunk or drugged out does someone have to be to get a tattoo on your throat, your breast, your pecs, and yes, on places that only your doctor gets to see.
So with all relationships having a 1-3 yr. lust cycle where you somehow stay in a comatose state oblivious to the fact Mr./Mrs. Wonderful has track marks on their arm, reports to their Parole officer every Friday, and is doing 6 months of community service, shouldn't we pause on the Tatts? And that's that!
