obama us and tattoos

I don't mean that you are stupid.

I don't mean that.

But I am here to tell you the truth.

Do you remember ten years ago? Do you remember any of the styles that you wore then? Baseball caps? Certain jeans? Fashions?


Do you wear many of those now?

I didn't think so.

They were fun and you loved them. But you wouldn't wear them NOW. You want to look better than that. You've moved on.

Do you think your tattoo will be any different?

Don't put somebody's name permanently on your body. If they are a dead relative, you won't bring them back. You won't honor them. You won't accomplish anything for them. You'll just wish you hadn't done it.





Your mother doesn't want her name on your arm. Or your wrist. Or anywhere. Cattle wear brands because there's no other way to tell people who their owner is.

They're too stupid.

Show honor to your mother in other ways. Take her to lunch. Send her flowers. Don't disfigure yourself.

If the subject of your tattoo is the love of your life right now, consider that one in two marriages end in divorce. Good chance that person will be long gone in ten years. You're better off wearing a ring. It signifies your love, you can wear it everywhere, and you can get rid of it when and if.

It looks like you have the Sunday funny papers going up and down your legs.

Wipe that off, I always think.

But you can't.

For women, the stakes are even higher.
A cute little butterfly in a tender spot seems sexy right now. In ten years, when you've moved on from Ricky the Rebel-Dude to the venture capitalist with the cool place on Long Island, it might be a very unwelcome surprise.

Do you like birthmarks? That's what tattoos look like.

This has been said by many, but I'll say it again. How do you think the lovely rose will look when you are 40 or 50? I"ll tell you how it will look.

Terrible.

Embarrassing.

Old Hippie.

I'll stop now.

I saw a lot of these in my recent time spent in airports. And I know my students love tats. I accept that. And probably their parents try to tell them not to do it.

But they are parents and so of course don't know anything.

Certain things in life, your friends won't tell you. They still want to be your friend, that's why. Some things only your mother will tell you. You have bad breath, dear. Don't use your fork like that. Sit up straight--you're hunched over and look bad.
We all need someone to tell us stuff like this.

So I'm telling you.
A bientot
love,
becky
don't hate me

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