When I see a person with a tattoo my first thought is Ah, a person who wishes to express their individuality by doing exactly what other people are doing.
One of my nephews got a tattoo upon turning 18. When he showed it to me I said That is the SS symbol! (Nazi). He denied it, and claimed it was some type of tribal symbol or such (what tribe he is thinking about I have no idea; my family hailed from Kansas, his fathers family from Iowa).
Almost 20 years later (with wife and 2 year old son) he rues the tattoo. He hides it all the time, since he finally realized that it does, very much, resemble the old SS badge.
I used to think that getting a tattoo was simply a fad. However, since, some two decades later, they appear to be more popular than ever, I guess that fad no longer is applicable.
I do still think, however, that for many people it is not so much a desire to express themselves but more I wish to fit in and be cool.
I recently reviewed a disability case involving a young man who, while in prison, gave himself a tattoo with borrowed needles. Unfortunately, he then discovered that he was exposed to the HIV virus and developed Hepatitis C. It does concern me with all of the tattoo parlors opening that some of these people, out for a quick buck, will take unfortunate shortcuts.
Now, let us sing along with Groucho Marx:
Lydia oh Lydia, say have you met Lydia,
Lydia the Tattooed Lady.
She has eyes that folks adore so,
And a torso even more so.
Lydia oh Lydia, that encyclopidia,
Oh Lydia the Queen of Tattoo.
On her back is the Battle of Waterloo.
Beside it the wreck of the Hesperus, too.
And proudly above waves the Red, White, and Blue,
You can learn a lot from Lydia.
When her robe is unfurled, she will show you the world,
If you step up and tell her where.
For a dime you can see Kankakee or Paris,
Or Washington crossing the Delaware.
Oh Lydia oh Lydia, say have you met Lydia,
Oh Lydia the Tattooed Lady
When her muscles start relaxin',
Up the hill comes Andrew Jackson
Lydia of Lydia, that encyclopedia,
Oh Lydia the queen of them all!
For two bits she will do a mazurka in jazz,
With a view of Niagara that nobody has.
And on a clear day you can see Alcatraz.
You can learn a lot from Lydia.
(skipping some stanzas)
Oh Lydia, oh Lydia that encyclopidia,
Oh Lydia the champ of them all.
She once swept an Admiral clear off his feet.
The ships on her hips made his heart skip a beat.
And now the old boy's in command of the fleet,
For he went and married Lydia!