So the hubs and I were discussing tattoos last night.
It’s actually something we’ve discussed quite a few times. I have two tats already, but got the last one about twelve years ago. The urge to get more just didn’t really return…at least not until a couple of years ago, at which point I couldn’t afford one. (In large part I moved away from them because I got mine a year or so before everyone started getting them, which made it unappealing.)
Not to mention, after the one on my ankle which I no longer like, I want to be very, very certain before I get another.
Hubs doesn’t have any tattoos. He’s been talking pretty much since we got together about getting one, but like me he doesn’t know what. My suggestion of having my name tattooed on his ass don’t seem to be going anywhere (they’re tongue-in-cheek anyway. Ba dump bum.)
Right now he’s thinking of getting a hula girl of some kind (he’s a little obsessed with the whole tiki thing). We found one on this site last night that he likes, but again…it may all be a moot point.
Me, I always wanted a white tattoo, but nobody would do it. They said the white might bleed or fade. Which pissed me off, because I always thought, it’s my body and if the white ends up looking kind of crappy it’s down to me, isn’t it? I didn’t want a mural or anything. Besides, take a look at (Not Safe For Work!! Naked boobies!! Tasteful naked boobies, but boobies nonetheless) this and tell me that’s not gorgeous. It’s so subtle and elegant.
That process, and the subtlety of the results, interests me, but I think I’m probably way too much of a coward. Apparently some people do it by using an inkless tattoo needle, which is probably the only way I’d have the guts.
I wonder, though, what drives us to get tattoos? Is it self-expression or is it some sort of deep need to “personalize” our bodies in a world where we so often feel lumped in with everyone else, where it seems the opportunities to lead an individualistic life are fewer and fewer?
The hubs and I are fans of an old BBC comedy called The Good Life, about a married couple who decide to “drop out” of the ratrace, convert their backyard into a small farm, and live in a completely self-sufficient manner. It’s a lovely and very funny show…and it would be impossible today, even if it was possible then. Homeowner’s associations now tell you everything from how often you have to cut your lawn to what colors you’re allowed to paint your house–the house you own.
The Black Dahlia killer removed Elizabeth Short’s tattoos–why? She was identifiable without them. What did they symbolize to him, why did he need, as he destroyed her body, to remove her individualism as well?
What do you think? Are tattoos still a form of rebellion? Do you ever write characters with tattoos? What do you think a tat or even a brand or scars might say about a character? And what would you think if you read such a character?
Do you have any tattoos yourself?