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Il ne faut pas s'offenser que les autres nous cachent la vérité, puisque nous nous la cachons si souvent à nous-mêmes.


Like his grandfather, Henry decided to get his very first tattoo at a young age. Like many a young man, this indelible stain was inked in honour of his very first love: apples.

I will be honest though, I am not fond of tattoos, piercings, ear shaping or any of that fandangled nonsense. I’m straight edge me. Decorative body modification just doesn’t rock my boat, it all seems a little bit, well, sad.

I’m not knocking other people’s right to do what they like with their bodies, it just seems so superfluous. Even worse, it used to mark you out from the crowd, send a message. Now – as Henry here demonstrates – everybody and his dog has got one (or five). I think not having a tattoo these days marks you out as different.

Really, should we resurrect corsetry, cranial binding or that old favourite, foot binding? Are people that keen for a bit of attention?

Comments

Dina said…
Have to agree with you here. Henry's tattoo is the only kind i like.
Nice to catch up with your week of posts. Good stuff.
Thanks for your visit and comment. Yes, you are so right. Being a live-in grandma for two little boys on summer vacation is a never-ending job. By the end of the evening, when Dean and Eyal are tucked in, all I can think about is heading for bed myself. No time for blogging or reading.
Makes me admire how you manage to raise Henry and Ezra, blog, AND read books.
G'night.
Anonymous said…
I'm with you.

I got a modest tattoo back in the early 90s. Thankfully I had the good sense to put it on my back where I never have to look at it.

Ever wonder what all these painted folks are going to look like in the nursing home? (Shudder.)
Destitute Rebel said…
Looks like the little cutie is enjoying the tatoo, I agree I do not like Tattos and body art and piercing.
Anonymous said…
This is a nice little tattoo and I'm sure it can easily be removed. As for the real ones ... they are for eternity and I would never do that. I even regret that I have a hole for earrings in each ear. But that was my mother's decision when I was a child. It was 'in' at that time.
I think that Henry was born to be wild ;)
Anonymous said…
Lucky for him, having a temporary tattoo doesn't necessarily lead to getting real ones as an adult. I had all kinds of temporary ink as a child for awhile, and to this day I still have no real tattoos and no piercings of any kind. It's just a little harmless fun as a child.
SH -ic said…
a hh sweetie .. i love tatoos .. but not at me .. once i wanted to write all these stories which people told me abóut their tattoos
Tanya Breese said…
Aw, he looks pretty impressed with his apple tat! I'm one of the last few of the un-tattooed!

I just can't help but think about all the young girls with their tats and piercings and the fact that someday they are going to be grandmas, yikes!
Anonymous said…
He does look very proud of it. Have you had any problems getting him in the bath now he has a tattoo?
freefalling said…
yeah suuuurrree....
strangely enough, you were in my dream last night - you had a Flock of Seagulls haircut.
True.
Anonymous said…
Ok. Let me get this straight. The guy with the blog is accusing people with tattoos of wanting attention. Hmm
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, I think that we find new reserves of energy when we need them! We must!

Anonymous, very mysterious. I’m wondering what your tattoo is of?
Kris McCracken said…
Destitute Rebel, they’re all a bit gross, in my opinion.

April, I know people who get their babies’ ears pierced. I’m not a fan of that.
Kris McCracken said…
MurciaDailyPhoto, I agree 100%

Victor, he has a tattoo for the fruits and veggies he eats. We’ve got apple, cherries, capsicum, carrots and a pear.
Kris McCracken said…
Picture to words, and you’ve never been tempted to get one...?

Tanya, they’ll start to sag and the kids will thing the eagles on Nanna’s back are vultures.
Kris McCracken said…
Jackie, thankfully he likes the bath and the shower, so no issues there!

FF, was it a kinky dream? Was I in leather?

Flock of Seagulls haircut? I’ve done some stupid things in my life, but nothing that stupid!
Kris McCracken said…
Tania, I don’t make the rules Tania, I merely speak to truth.
Anonymous said…
whose truth?
Kris McCracken said…
Tania, I speak to a Universal Truth.

Ezra whispers it to me as he goes to sleep.

It's very impressive.
Anonymous said…
I'm sure!

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