Couture du Trashe Blanc -

Couture du Trashe Blanc - When I was a kid, tattoos meant one of two things:

• One had been in the service, where tattoos have always been a sort of rite of passage, or
• One was sort of a low-life.

Things, of course, have changed.

I was at a swimming beach on an east-metro lake the other day. While I know that tattoos are much bigger business than they used to be, I was amazed - it seemed like we non-tattooed people were the minority.

And I figured - as I often do in thses situations - "we need some sort of taxonomy, here".

Submitted for your approval:

• Barbed Wire around the Bicep - Voted for Ventura, doesn't really remember why.
• Celtic band around arm - Votes DFL, plays Hackey-Sack
• Big Phoenix or other bird at Small of Back - Tendency toward overdramatic expression of opinions over trivial things.
• Rose or Mercury Wings Tattoed on Ankle - Tends to binge-drink with friends.
• Postage-stamp sized Kanji glyph between shoulder blades - On male: Fussy. On female: Sexy.
• Poster-sized Kanji glyph between shoulder blades - Prone to binge-drinking in tattoo parlors.
• Small rose on ribcage - On woman: sexy. On man: sign of glaucoma.
• Dragon, Barbed Wire, Phantasmal Creature or anything that looks like the cover of a Molly Hatchet album covering one breast and sticking out over average neckline - On woman: Sign of serious issues. On man: Check criminal record.
• Cross - Check church record.

Hamfisted, but I suspect largely accurate.

Yes, I nearly got a tattoo, once. It was 20 years ago, and it was a near miss. Subject for a later blog, I'm sure.

Or not.

I'll be back online this weekend, to make up for the lame week. Stay tuned.

Posted by Mitch at September 5, 2003 06:09 PM