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In recent years I have become away of the global trend for people to tattoo themselves. This is nothing new. From the dawn of human society, we have felt the need to imprint our thoughts and deeds visibly on ourselves, and among many primitive societies it was a way to distinguish oneself among the tribe. For most people over the centuries, tattoos have been used to commemorate a special landmark in one’s life, such as a particular feat in a battle, taking on a certain leadership role, the birth of a long awaited child, or some other such noteworthy event in one’s life. While some societies did see tattoos as a means of personal beautification, for the main part tattoos, no matter how small, held some deep personal or religious significance and were not inscribed into one’s flesh lightly. In short, tattoos were something that you earned or merited, not just acquired on a whim.
Not that that seems to stop anyone today. You see some individuals trot around looking like an advertising poster for a graphic art expo, a load of seemingly meaningless gunk scrawled all over their visible extremities (what lies beneath their clothing is the stuff of wild conjecture!) I suppose one good thing about all the indigo paint etc is that if you have a skin problem such as acne no-one would be able to tell. But somehow there is something dark and problematic with all these so-called individuals trying to look different, and yet with the growing numbers of tattoo groupies on the streets, they all look as though they belong to some primeval tribe or gang screaming out for recognition or deliverance. Men especially like to have totems such as screaming eagles, dragons and rampant snakes entwined around their arms and faces, hinting at a macho toughness they most likely never possess in reality, while many women just seem to go for whatever they think is ‘cool’ at the time -without thinking that trends change very often and they don’t think any further than how they will next appear on the beach in their swimwear. Even sadder than these would-bes-if-they-could-bes are those who have items such as punctured love hearts plastered everywhere as if they are the only ones who have ever suffered the loss of a loved one or a broken relationship. It is even sadder when the name of the loved one is scrawled willy nilly everywhere on the epidermis, and this is as stupid as it is futile. Point one – Mary Sue (or whoever it is) is not very likely to come back into your life and point two, you are stuck with that name for the rest of your mortal life, and any new girlfriend/boyfriend isn’t about to be too impressed with this proof of past infatuation shoved before their eyes day in and day out. And point three – your piece of body art may look fab when you are twenty, but as time passes and skin sags, your flawless facade will become marred by wrinkles, age spots, moles, freckles, hairs and heaven knows what else until it becomes a hideous travesty, and you wind up covering it all with your clothes after all. Imagine yourself in the rest home sixty or so years later, a drooling, doddering senior citizen who lives permanently within ten or so paces of the WC. All those screaming dragons, swooping eagles, death head emblems, bleeding hearts and swirling snakes that once looked cool in your twenties now look sad and distinctly pathetic now you are over eighty. And all those glamour girls who once flaunted their body booty on the beaches? Well, drooping tits and shrivelled buttocks covered in a sea of flowers, love hearts, skulls, arrows etc sure don’t look impressive anymore, especially when you’re so reliant on incontinence panties and thermal underwear.
So why do we all do it? In this era of stickable body art, why can’t people merely use transfers if they really need to express themselves this way, and when the times or circumstances change they too can change without being saddled with a sorry, permanent reminder of some passing whim. I suppose many tattoo artists would march forth in massed protest if people did this as this would no doubt put many of them out of work, but surely they can find a better outlook for their artistic talents, which are not inconsiderable.
We were not born inscribed in ink. We were not designed to be transcribed in ink. We humans chose this artificial path for ourselves, and contrary to what many people hope to achieve by plastering themselves this way, it does not impress most people but does just the opposite. It conveys a status or ability that in reality most people do not have, and diminishes the meaning of the distinctive tattoos that their ancestors of old acquired, often after much sacrifice and effort. And it sure doesn’t improve your career prospects either. In fact, all the evidence shows that it does just the opposite.
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