I was reading an article in the Economist about young people getting tattoos and their acceptance in the workplace.
When I grew up in Brooklyn, New York, tattoos were only on criminals, sailors and prostitutes. I KNOW what would have happened to me if I came home, rolled up my sleeve, shoved it in Mom’s and said “Look at this!” Yes, my sister and my niece did that, but Mom mellowed since I was sixteen.
Then, it would have been a rather short lived teenage rebellion. Kitchen knife tattoo removal, while I was held down and screamed.
OK, that was the sarcastic part. Teenagers don’t think of these things, but we know, dear reader, youth is wasted on the young.
Tattoos aren’t cheap. Whose money are you spending to get this Van Gogh of your body? (If you don’t like it, hey, he cut his ear off, you can cut the tattoo off).
Do you trust the tattoo artist’s skill and needles? After all, Dennis Rodman fell asleep on the table and look what happened to him. ;) I am trying to imagine a teenager sitting still long enough.
The Economist article mentioned a young lady, who was careful to get the tattoos on her feet, so they can be covered.
Young people don’t think ahead normally. What about getting a job? Having a tattoo can cost you a dream job. Then what? Who’s at fault? What happens when your skin has changed and the tattoo you once thought you liked, you don’t like now.
If the tattoo is of a significant other and you break up, then what? Does your ex get to remove his or her name?
What happens when you have had the tattoo for decades and it no longer has the same meaning?
I’m not telling you NOT to get the tattoo. Just step out of your young person philosophy of live for today and think down the road.