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?
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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.
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.)
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!
strangely enough, you were in my dream last night - you had a Flock of Seagulls haircut.
True.
Anonymous, very mysterious. I’m wondering what your tattoo is of?
April, I know people who get their babies’ ears pierced. I’m not a fan of that.
Victor, he has a tattoo for the fruits and veggies he eats. We’ve got apple, cherries, capsicum, carrots and a pear.
Tanya, they’ll start to sag and the kids will thing the eagles on Nanna’s back are vultures.
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!
Ezra whispers it to me as he goes to sleep.
It's very impressive.