I was going to post about my best buddy today, but something happened that I just had to write about. This was one of those “I just have to tell someone” stories. He will understand… and I’ll make it up to him later. 😉
Here’s the story. I arrive at the tattoo shop this evening just as the [She Who Shall Not Be Named, At Her Request] started a tattoo on a customer. [She Bitch Who Shall Not Be Named, At Her Request] is our primary tattoo artists. She has been tattooing for 16+ years and knows her stuff.
But this isn’t about her. It’s about the customer: it was a 16-year old BOY getting a tattoo.
I don’t really have a problem with the age thing. We attempt to talk most underage people out of a tattoo. I believe it would not be responsible to not attempt to do so. I typically won’t say “no” as they will just go elsewhere or have it done in an unprofessional/unclean environment. Anyone under 18 years of age must have a parent sign for them, and remain there during the procedure. His mom was there with him, as well as a friend-girl. (After a while I realized it was his “Guuurrl-friend”.)
But this isn’t about his age either. It’s about his tattoo choice.
He was getting a lower back tattoo. Also known as a “tramp stamp”.
I have issues with tramp stamps on both men and women. More so on men. I’m not sure why, and I should be the last one to be judgmental about someone’s tattoo choices. I just have issue with them. I’ll deal with that at some point, I’m sure.
BUT this was not just any tramp stamp. It wasn’t your typical flowery or tribal-type tramp stamp…
This tramp stamp was a word. And not just any word. It was HIS OWN NAME! Read that again. His. Own. Name.
Why would anyone have their own name tattooed on themselves? And of all places to have it tattooed, why on this green earth would you have your own name tattooed DIRECTLY above your ass?
What the hell is going to happen when this kid has to take showers in gym glass? (Do they still do that these days?) Worse still, what if he ends up in prison? And what about when he is wearing swim trunks at the lake? How do you explain that? Or is it like a “Hello my name is” sticker so that when he is on the bottom of some orgy pile some daddy can look down and know who he’s fucking?
And what about his mom? Did she not think this was odd? I later found out his mom was the one who drew out his name. And worse, she helped him pick the location of the tattoo. WHAT THE HELL?
I think this one will stick with me for a while….
To make matters more… well… funny (to me): he had a “v” in his name that was centered directly above his ass-crack. It was like a directional pointer saying “Please fuck me here!”.
Until next time...