My son went through an episode in his life when he wanted a tattoo because his friends were getting them; he was determined to ‘belong’ to that cool group.
Back then (early 90's,) and lately, tattoos seem to be the order of the day. I despise the idea of despoiling one’s body, forevermore, because of a youthful penchant for ‘following the crowd’.
Apart from the irreversible act of inking, a mistake that can never be expunged, I’d like to discuss the result of my beloved cousin’s experience. At age 55 she decided, in a drunken evening (and, yes, folks, tattoo artists ply their trade with customers lacking sober common sense!), to tattoo a cultural/country (Ukrainian) brand on her shoulder.
My cousin contracted Hepatitis B. All of the equipment that the tattoo artist used was sterilized and new but the ink was tainted. My cousin has been hospitalized, near death and subsisting on expensive drugs for many years. Just because of a stupid, foolish, drunken desire to label herself.
I realize that I’m going to take a lot of flak for my opinion. Despite that, I believe that our bodies are inviolate and should not be inked upon. Once done, the damage cannot be undone!
~theoldredhen ducks down, cringes, covers her head and pleads for mercy.~