Everytime I get a new tattoo, my mum always says something like:
“You’re not going to want tattoos when you’re 90 and an old lady. What are you gonna do then?”
“Nothing. I’m gonna be a kick-ass Granma.”
Although I can understand her point of view, it’s hard for me to feel as though I should defend myself. I had my tattoos done for me, for reasons personal to me. I don’t criticise when someone I know gets a new hair cut or a piercing or goes on a diet. It’s none of my business. It’s the same for tattoos.
At one time, tattoos were regarded as gang signs, trade signs, and for gentry (male) only. Something, that marks your body forever, something permanent, exclusive, illlustrious. When did that change? At some point, we stopped viewing tattoos as something taboo and starting thinking of them as art, our bodies as canvases.
In the 19th Century, Harmsworth Magazine estimated that 1 in 5 gentlemen in Britain had tattoos. Men gathered in drawing rooms in huge estate homes, to boast their ink. So even then it was well regarded in high society. There were consistent rumours that Queen Victoria had a small tattoo in an intimate place (bet she did, saucy minx!) as well as he consort Prince Albert (and we all know what he’s famous for!)
I think ink gives a person the opportunity to express themselves, showing who they really are. It wouldn’t do for everyone to look the same.
You should know….
a tattoo should be thought out carefully and planned. You should know the artist and be comfortable in working with her/him.