In my group of friends, I’m one of the few people without any tattoos, not because I don’t want one, I do, but because I just can’t think of something I really care enough about to get scarred into my flesh for the rest of my life.

I can’t stomach the idea of having a cutesy fairy tattoo or, god forbid, a dolphin tattoo, and honestly I can’t understand why girls get tattoos like that in the first place.

I realize that tattoos have become sort of a rite-of-passage for teens when they come of age, right along with buying a pack of cigarettes and going into a porn shop. I get it, it’s about rebellion, or asserting one’s adulthood. I just fear that in everyone’s haste to use tattoos as a symbol of maturity, or badass-ity, or whatever, that they don’t really think about the lifelong implications of a tattoo and what said tattoo really says about it’s owner. Read More »