Permanent, bad art on your body.This sums up my problem with tattoos. They are ugly. They are permanent. The permanence muliplies the aesthetic offenses. More often than not the art of the tattoo resembles the restless doodles of a sullen but talented junior high school boy. What is impressive in an 8 graders notebook is not so impressive when engraved in the skin.
They are bought on a whim and they remain forever.
In most cases they become objects of regret. I knew this when I was twenty and I warned my friends against them. I am even more sure of it now having watched an entire generation get "inked."
I have never understood the appeal.
A few friends have tattoos I do understand. They have them as talismans or reminders, and their meaning and permanence intertwine. But these are the rare cases.
Most tattoos are picked from a book or a Google search and inscribed by artists whose best qualities are their ability to copy a picture onto a fleshy hide and to not judge your decision to put something like this on your body forever:
But maybe the problem is me. Perhaps I lack a commitment to that kind of art.