Kind of non sequitur – don’t do tattoos! September 16, 2013Posted by tantamergo in abdication of duty, asshatery, Basics, disaster, error, foolishness, General Catholic, sadness, secularism, silliness, Society.
Before I begin, there is a bit of suggestive material below. You might want to skip the whole thing!
I happen to be the kind of guy who doesn’t appreciate tattoos. I mean, if you’re a dude in the military, especially some elite branch, and you’ve been through some very heavy stuff and sort of need to vent (that is, you got mind-blowingly drunk for 72 hours straight while on liberty in Perth/Fremantle, and you woke up with your back covered in ink) I rather get it. Or if you got your fraternity letters tattood on your ankle in college – well, not the best choice, but not a hugey. Our body is after all a temple given us by God, and I’m not sure that marking it up with ink of questionable “artistic” content does much honor to our Creator.
But where I’ve always really had a problem with tattoos is on women. That’s always been just an absolute ender for me. It just screams a whole bunch of things, none of which are positive. I get that there are a lot of people – far too many people – nowadays who make bad decisions in their youth, and then their stuck with the effects of those decisions forever. Because tattoos, “removed” or not (and even if you get them removed, then you’re left with a terrible scar) are forever. That’s a whole different situation. A different kind of feeling bad. But with the increasing number of women who get just plastered with tacky tattoos and are all “out and proud” about them, just broadcasting them to the world, it’s like an electronic billboard blinking “Inquire further about my massive issues!”
I’m not being very nice. I’m sure your tattoos are deeply meaningful and of impeccable artistic quality – I didn’t know Velasquez worked in skin ink!
Even The New Yorker, that paragon of leftism, gets it:
Some other possible subtexts:
A related subtext might be: “I come from a long line of rash decisionmakers.” On women, tattoos often seem to imply: “Pay attention to me because I, obviously, make poor choices, so you might get lucky.”
I’m not really trying to be mean, I actually do have a serious point, which this guy gets. Tattoos are more than just a fad in very bad taste gone out of control, they are another sign of the collapse of morality and the Christian civilization:
The increased popularity of tattoos and other forms of body decoration are visual reminders of the gradual decline of civilization in the West. Like music and art, personal decor is indicative of the long term societal trend. It’s more than a fad, it is a sign of the descent into savagery.
Indeed, many of the barbarous, non-Christian societies of the past, and the present day, practice(d) extensive body marking/mutiliation. It is virtually a hallmark of lower-level societies. 50 years ago – no, 30 years ago – tattoos were only had by a some in the military, sailors, and people on the very lowest levels of society. Now, they are incredibly widespread.
My thoughts could just be an example of older generation fretting about the craziness of today’s “youths,” but I don’t think so. For one thing, my generation started this nonsense back in the 90s. Secondly, until the protestant revolt, and, especially, the “enlightenment” rationalism that followed inevitably in its wake, social standards in Christendom were quite static. You did not see massive variations from generation to generation. And, even in this country and others that have gone over to the cult of enlightenment-derived “liberty,” the collapse in morality was initially quite slow, as it took a while to sluff off the inherited traditions of Christendom. But now, we see with ever increasing speed, tendencies towards immorality, low culture, intellectual stultification, and general civilizational collapse that are increasing at a geometric rate as the years pass by.
Today, we essentially have little or no culture left, unless one wants to count Jerry Springer, Kim Kardasian, Miley Cyrus, modern/post-modern “art,” and all the rest of the trainwreck.
Count me out.