Ridiculous
Ridiculousby V.E. on May 4th, 2009
The rose on my thigh
by V.E. on May 4th, 2009
I have officially decided that I like tattoos on women. I know that some people like the “pristine woman” thing, and that’s their thing, I guess, but it’s not me. Hells know I haven’t been “pristine” since… early high school, at least. To me, “pristine” = naïve. Tattoos. I like them. Colorful, beautiful; and on beautiful women, they enhance the attraction. I think it goes back to Patricia Paiwonski, a character in Stranger in a Strange Land. (Yeah, big surprise there, I know, for all of you who know me.) “Aunt Patty” is covered in tattoos from the neck down; I didn’t like them the first time I read the book (I was like 12; give me a break), but the idea was placed and since then it’s grown on me.
I understand that more and more women are having their tattoos removed, and—for the tattoos that are difficult to cover up—it’s about not being able to get a job or not being promoted. Or, at least, that’s the fear. I understand that some people just change their minds, and that’s fine. But removing something just so you’ll get a job? Do you know how fucked up that is? I don’t fault the women for this—a lot of times, guys can write it off and it doesn’t affect their prospects, but with women… well… we live in a Puritan culture, a culture that puts our (white, virgin) women on pedestals and: OMG nothing shall defile them heavens no! Someone who feels like she has to change her body to get a decent job is obviously feeling the “proper culture” white collar pressure.
I’ll be the first to admit I’m a classist, arrogant bitch who knows she’s better than someone else, but honestly… this is just stupid. Even I have to admit that high culture takes itself too seriously too often. What the hell, people? Someone, who would otherwise be qualified for the job, doesn’t get it because of what she looks like? Doesn’t that sound a little… I don’t know… racist?
I’m just sayin’.
