Been awhile since I’ve put up a post that pissed everyone off, so let me try one tonight.
Tattoos on chicks. I hate ’em. What used to be the markings of sailors and bikers has now become commonplace for seemingly everyone, male or female—especially female.
For the love of God, a hot chick doesn’t need any additional pretty-ification. A pair of earrings is about the sum total of the body modification this dude needs in a woman, and even that I’d gladly give up it if would somehow undo the damage done by all these pretty little fillies who have slid down the slippery slope to body desecration.
Now, I’d never kick a good looking dudette out of bed for sporting ink, but if I have the opportunity to offer one who might be considering getting a tattoo some advice, I’d say of tattoos what I’ve heard said of suicide: It’s a permanent decision to a temporary situation. Hell, anyone ever seen pictures of their hairstyles and attire from a couple decades ago? Atrocious! And you think your taste in tattoos in going to be somehow timeless? Well, it better be—cuz that sh*t ain’t going away without a lot of pain and scarring!
In short, ladies, please—go with the temporary tattoos if you feel so inclined, but save the real thing for burly men and thugs. You’re
pretty enough prettier without it.