Control

Posted by admin | Control,Likewise,Loungewear,Married very young | | Tuesday 12 February 2013 4:43 pm

GIVE me five minutes with these One Direction kids – this tattoo epidemic is out of control, writes Amber Petty.
EITHER I’m just naturally getting old and crabby or the world is morphing into one big, fairly pointless tattoo.You can’t go anywhere without seeing some young man or woman, boy or girl, prancing around town covered in tattoos.

It’s all so ironic that some of these kids believe they’re being so individual and painstakingly cool. Yet how can anything that every other young dude on the block has be cool?This whole tattoo epidemic is just totally out of control.

I’d like to have a long grandma-style chat with these One Direction kids.Although they’re happily singing squeaky-clean, packaged pop music, they’re obviously desperate to get the sorts of tattoos that are about as well designed and thought through as something I’d do with biro on a corner of paper to pass the time while listening to hold music.

And if you’re sitting there sporting a skin design of some sort and think I’ve spent too much time loitering around Burnside, out of touch with the real world, you’d be advised to check in with my father. He believes I’ll only ever date the types who can prove that they have one. But the difference here is the reason and the thought involved in getting one.

Not simply getting one because it’s supposedly cool.

The worrying thing with this extreme form of fashion is that it is just that – fashion. How many young people are just looking at their bodies and thinking “How do I fill up the blank space?”
What happened to the true sense of being cool, having the sort of self-identity that meant you didn’t needed to spell it out with a permanent stamp?

Men

Posted by admin | Jennifer Lawrence,Jewellery designer,Julia Roberts,Kentucky women,Men | | Monday 11 February 2013 4:41 pm

I absolutely love shows like LA Ink and despite her fairly atrocious choice in men, Kat Von Dee the Queen of LA body art.
I admire a great tattoo and a tattoo artist. It’s the twits who walk into the studio on a Saturday night and go “Hey, what sort of cool piece can you do to fill up this patch on my arm?” that makes me shudder.

I don’t care how these fashion victims might try to defend their motif of choice. The simple fact is what floats your boat at 15 or even 25 is not going to be the same years down the track.What part of “you’ll be looking at this at 40, 50 or when you’re known as Grandma” are they not getting?

These kids are using their bodies like my mates at their age used to look at their school folders or bedroom walls.
I’m still gobsmacked at a conversation I had last year with a sweet young kid who excitedly told me he was off to Melbourne to get more ink.”Oh,” I said. “What are you going to get?”

“Well, I’m going to get on one knee a drawing of a cup and saucer. And on the other, the words `two sugars please!’ ”
When I enquired as to the symbolic relevance of the image, he said: “Because I like two sugars in my tea”.

Sure, maybe he’d had some sort of premonition at some point that one day he was going to become mute, but c’mon. I love a bit of Macca’s as much as the next person, but am I going to get “a cheeseburger, Diet Coke and a fillet-o-fish” etched into my neck? No, I’m happy to continue to verbally place the order.
There’s a distinctly uncool fact of getting a tattoo by putting as much thought into this as choosing your knickers.

It means one day you will be forced to either look at it each day and be reminded of what a flipping twit you once were, or you can get that piece of skin cut out with a knife.
Or have it burnt off over a period of time.What sort of effect is that going to have on your swagger down the track?