Tattoo You: I Ink, Therefore…?

Butterhorn spoken here!

Butterhorn spoken here!

I could be the mom of most of the people I work with now. A young mom [even a hot young mom, she thinks hopefully], but still. I got a good 18 years on all but two of ’em.

So I pride myself on being able to converse freely with them about most topics. Music? Hey, I’m down. I love Mumford & Son, and don’t even flinch at Macklemore lyrics. Politics? I get ’em from The Daily Show and Colbert like most 20-somethings. And of course since we’re all working at a bakery, we share the universal language of FOOD.

But recently these whippersnappers my colleagues have begun discussing tattoos. One of ’em’s about to get one–a barn owl, if you’re interested–and everyone else is chiming in. And I’m hopelessly out of it.

It’s not that I wouldn’t consider getting a tattoo. I would…if someone very close to me died suddenly, and I thought s/he would appreciate that kind of remembrance. Or if I had a radical mastectomy and wanted to beautify my chest. Other than that…not feelin’ the tattoos so much.

I’m also not anti-tattoo. I’ve seen some beautiful ones, and I understand, with my rational brain, why some people want one. But I have to admit, this wholesale dive by so MANY people into an inky, painful, expensive sea leaves me a little baffled.

(courtesy cellar_door_films, WANA Creative Commons)Doubtless there’s a story behind this… (courtesy cellar_door_films, WANA Creative Commons)

Is it generational? I’d love to hear from some representatives of different age groups how they feel about tattoos. Personal, private remembrances only? Body-as-canvas? I wish I could take a survey, but this will have to do. Tell me how you feel about tattoos, and why.