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Ah, tattoos.  They're just everywhere now, aren't they?  I know a lot of my friends have them.

If you love 'em, go ahead and cover your body with 'em, just know that there's at least one person on the planet who won't be joining you.

Yeah, that'd be me.

I grew up with a tattoo in the house- my dad had a cool one of his ship, the HMCS Kootenay, on his arm.  That's still my favourite;  if you have a ship on your arm that you got at some exotic port, or from some gruff fella on board, I'm all in.  I wish I could find a picture of my dad's tattoo... I'll keep looking.  For a man who hated suits, he's wearing them in a hell of a lot of old pictures I've found...



Not actually my dad, but close!
I guess I don't like things that mess with the beautiful symmetry of the human body.  Also- what do you really want on your body forever?  I have a few male friends who drunkenly had Canadian flags tattooed on their butts before one of the gang moved permanently to the US of A.  I actually dodged something similar- the tattoo parlour we headed to on Yonge Street was just closing, or I would have the Toronto Maple Leafs logo somewhere on my person, and be branded an eternal loser.

The name of a spouse seems nice, but we have seen far too many of those require a rework after a break up (Gosh, I hope the Lori tattoo in that link wasn't me!).  Tattooing your fringe political beliefs on your neck might not be smart, either.  Remember when Charles Manson had a parole hearing, and he carved a swastika into his forehead right before?  Yeah, Charlie didn't get paroled, and someone with "White Power" scrawled in plain view probably doesn't do too well in job interviews.



Instead of the back or the upper arm, people seem to be choosing more visible locations.  Maybe put some thought into that before the pen gets fired up.  Call me old fashioned, but when a woman puts on a strapless wedding dress, and there is a fire-breathing dragon leaping off one boob, you're making Vera Wang work overtime.

I know, I know, cultures have been tattooing their bodies for millennia, but you're not a Celtic warrior or Braveheart, you know? (The tats in that movie were actually bullshit- the Picts may have tattooed themselves, but not medieval Scots.  Yet another thing Mel Gibson gets wrong in that movie...)

White girls with Chinese symbols they think are Earth Air Fire Water, but are probably Moo Goo Gai Pan - just stop.  Something isn't exotic just because it's written in a language you don't understand.

I have a friend who had a little island with a palm tree and a big sun tattooed next to her navel in her 20s.  Well, after 2 kids and 2 decades, the island started drifting south, if you know what I mean, and the sun looked like it was setting.  This story has a happy ending, though-she got a tummy tuck a few years ago, and the whole island has now disappeared!

The tattoo I currently like most belongs to a friend who has her late father's name in lovely script on her shoulder.  It's dignified, unobtrusive, and touching.

Does my lack of affection for body art mean I'm unable to commit?  Does it show a lack of passion? I really don't think so.  I'm aware that this is a minority opinion, but I just don't love the way most tattoos look.  If you decide to get one, just be sure and think long and hard about it first, or you might live to regret it.

Unless you have a Navy tat on your arm; that's always a good decision.

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