As promised, I’m back with this week’s exciting installment from my 31-week blog challenge. This week’s topic is Piercings and Tattoos. I’ve been trying all week to think of something clever to say in this post, but I’ve got next to nothin’.
I have no tattoos. I come from a time when only the guys Mom warned you about had tattoos and girls never did–at least none of the girls I knew–at east not that I knew about. This was back in the day of gym class where we had to dress for gym in our ugly little gym clothes and take mandatory showers except for a few days each month. I’m pretty sure that if any girl I ever had gym class with had been sporting a tattoo, I’d have noticed at some point, even though I tried desperately to keep my eyes averted at all times and hoped everyone else was doing the same.
I’m not still carrying a prejudice against the tattooed. My daughter and my son-in-law both have more than one, and my son-in-law is currently working on two full-sleeve tattoos that are, as tattoos go, pretty cool. It’s just that it’s not something I’ve ever wanted for myself.
As for piercings, I have two–no, make that four. Two in each ear, only of of which I ever use these days. The holes are in my earlobes, in a pretty traditional place. No gauging, just tiny little holes for earrings.
I know! Pretty exciting, huh!