A lot of people my age have tribal, barbed wire armbands, ying-yangs and palm trees backed by sunsets. Girls had butterflies. Lots of butterflies. It’s to let their future children know that mommy liked to fuck a LOT in 1998.
My artist's shop is close to the biggest college in town, so there's a lot of people coming in wanting celtic crosses, tribal ink symbolizing something they had in a jager bomb dream, and unfortunately barbed wire armbands. He charges the most he thinks he can get from them (read: from their parents), because, douchebags. I have personally seen someone agree to a $2k barbed wire armband. I'm sure their parents liked that one.
The only tattoo I've ever seriously considered is the phrase "Éirinn go Brách" which loosely translated, is Gaelic for "Ireland forever". It's often bastardized in English as "Erin go brau" or something similar. Obviously, I'm Irish. My great grandparents immigrated to Canada from Ireland. I've got a press photo from the 1950's when my mom was in the navy, of her and another WAVE with a couple of old Irish men, under the phrase "Erin go brau". It was some sort of press release for St. Patrick's Day...a couple of female sailors with Irish surnames posed with a couple of old Irish men. I grew up with my great grandmother telling me bedtime stories of Finn McCool and Brian Boru (My family's surname is O'Brien, so supposedly he was my great x10 grandfather) in her thick Irish brogue. If I ever do get tattooed with something Irish, it's going to be because it's something deeply personal to me, not because it looks cool.
12 hours later I just finished writing the wedding ceremony script for my brother in law. No wonder people charge out the ass for this stuff. So I’m writing their ceremony, I’m ordaining them, and I’m catering their rehearsal with my bbq. And I’m getting paid in thank yous and karma points I guess.... something doesn’t smell right.
A buddy of mine wanted a tattoo of a snarling grizzly he saw on the cover of an issue of Outdoor Life. Mouth ooen, teeth bared, slobbering... a bad ass, pssed off bear. What he got was a bear, mouth closed with a slight upturn, looking almost like a friendly grin. "It's Winnie the fucking Pooh," I laughed. I'd like to day it was his last questionable tattoo, but it wasn't.
Do you know what I really like about this board? The fact that I can make jokes without needing to explain that I'm making jokes. Every time I try to make a fucking comment on Facebook that has even a hint of innocuous humor in it, I inevitably get a reply from somebody I don't know, who's the friend of a friend, explaining why my comment is wrong or narrow-minded or whatever the fuck. My best friend, who is a fruit farmer, posted an article about Honeycrisp apples, their popularity vs. the expense in growing them, and it was informative. One part of the article said something about how "people don't want an apple the size of a grapefruit." I made a comment saying "Who are these crazies who don't want an apple the size of a grapefruit?!?" I grew up near all these farms, I understand why at some point an apple's size becomes a hindrance to its popularity. I was just making a stupid joke that translates to "I like apples." But some fucking person I don't even know has to tag me and respond "MAYBE YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE A PARENT AND HAVE TO PUT APPLES IN A LUNCHBOX MY DAUGHTER DOESN'T LIKE THOSE BIG APPLES AND I KNOW A LOT OF PEOPLE WHO WOULD RATHER HAVE A SMALLER APPLE WAH WAH WAAAAHHHHHH" FUCK OFF AND LET ME MAKE A FUCKING JOKE! FUCK!
Step 1: Tell them to go fuck themselves. Step 2: Stay the fuck off of Facebook.. it's killing society one like at a time.
That’s actually Charlestown, not Southie. I lived there when I first moved up from NY before I moved to SB. Only major difference is instead of Adidas track suits the townies wear Carhardt jackets 12 months out of the year. Basically this:
Outsider Question: Has a person from the general area of Boston ever NOT been asked —right away— if they’re from “Southie” upon meeting a non-Boston type? Ben Affleck and Matt Damon ruined that city. Everyone assumes Boston is apples and Harvard and civil rights lawyers getting stabbed with flagpoles.