So my husband bought a (used) motorcycle yesterday: a 1999 Honda Nighthawk 250. The guy he bought it from is going to deliver it, which is great. It gets at least 5 times better gas mileage than our Jeep Grand Cherokee, which is more than great. I’m kind of nervous; but at the same time it’s really very cool.
He also has an appointment on Tuesday to get his second tattoo. The design is still in process; but it will start on his back, wrap up and over his right shoulder, and then come about halfway down his arm. Also very cool.
I watched the last half or so of Thank You for Smoking with my son, who’s probably about the same age as the lead character’s son. Toward the end, the lead, Nick Naylor, who lobbies on behalf of Big Tobacco, is being questioned at a senate hearing. He speaks strongly about parental responsibility when it comes to educating kids about the dangers of tobacco; and he says that when his son turns 18, if the son wants to smoke, he (Nick) will buy his son his first pack of cigarettes.
My immediate reaction to that statement was general disgust (although, judging from Nick’s face when he left the hearing room, he may not have been entirely truthful when he said it). How could any parent buy their child cigarettes, even if the child had become an adult?
But then I remembered a promise I’ve made my daughter (and will also extend to my son, should he wish): When she turns 18, if she wants a tattoo (and as of now, she does), I’ll go with her to the tattoo parlor, and I’ll probably get one along with her.
I have the feeling that, for reasons I don’t understand, there are many parents out there who’d prefer to see their kids hooked on nicotine than decorated with permanent ink. And yet,
A 2006 a study done by the Journal of the American Academy of Dermatology found that 24% of Americans between 18 and 50 are tattooed; that’s almost one in four. And the survey showed that about 36% of Americans age 18 to 29 have at least one tattoo!
By the time my kids are my age, the non-tattooed are likely to be in a minority. I wonder what my grandchildren will have to do, to be considered daring?
Just the other day I talked about a tattooed penis, and now there’s news about a penis tattoo. This apparently happened last week, in Argentina:
A football fan is suing a tattooist who drew a penis on his back instead of his favourite team’s badge.
The teenager asked to have the Boca Juniors logo etched on his back.
But the tattoo artist was a supporter of rival team River Plate and decided to have some fun at his young customer’s expense.
The victim, who cannot be named, said: ‘I could not see what he was tattooing because he didn’t have a mirror. I only saw it when I got home and showed it to my parents.’
I’m considering a third tattoo, maybe something along the lines of the one shown here, from LuckyFish Art (funky Celtic cats); or maybe something completely different. No telling yet. In any case, I’m going to set some sort of personal goal that I have to meet before I go get decorated any further, so we’ll see if it happens.
I’ve certainly seen some designs that I do not want permanently drawn on my body. For example, the following (from Ananova):
As of today, and for the next year, I am officially The Answer to life, the universe, and everything. I’ve suggested to my children that they can begin calling me “The Answer” immediately. Or, if they prefer, they can go with “She Who Must Be Obeyed.”