Tattoos

My friend whom I identified as working class nevertheless has her standards. She can’t stand tattoos.  “If I see a woman in the High St with tattoos, in hoop earrings and lots of gold chains of varying lengths round her neck and they’re usually wearing leggings, I just know they are common.” She has some friends with tattoos, but they tend not to be as bright, and she likes good conversation. She then showed me the villanelle she wrote yesterday.

If I had a tattoo, I would want it more than one colour, and I notice that red in particular fades. I asked the woman on the train about this, and she said the answer is lots of high factor sun block- or keep it covered up when outside: she is fair skinned, so wears sun block anyway. So there you go, my tattoo tip. The train had been packed, and I had been sitting in the aisle seat in the forlorn hope of sitting alone. A man told me to move my bag, and let him sit down. I observed that most people request that rather than require it, and he told me how rude I was to have my bag on the seat in the first place. I replied pithily, and he said, “You know what, I don’t want to sit beside you”, at which I was relieved.

When she sat down, the woman observed that she had wondered what the altercation was up ahead, and I admired her tattoos, covering both arms. Her fiancé did them, and was happy to show off his own art work. She is an assistant — nurse, supporting the nurse who assists the surgeon, and next week starts training to be the more senior nurse. She works for a number of surgeons: the woman is utterly lovely with her patients, and very strict with the nurses- well, it is a matter of life and death. We chatted away happily for the hour train journey, though I observed she did not wear leggings- what a world of difference there is, to slim-fit jeans- gold chains or hooped earrings.

And- home made tattoos: Yuck! Ghastly! I saw a man, as I cycled home, who had tattooed cheeks. How Awful!

Boucher, the triumph of Venus

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    • Actually, it was in the context of checking my privilege. Being trans, one tends to imagine one has the bad luck in terms of privilege, but there is still some, as you may have seen on the post linked to. Then, it is a matter of subverting expectations: if class has meaning, what does this woman’s responsible job make her? Or her tattoos?

      Thank you for your feedback.

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        • I hoped to be subverting that. Is someone with tattoos “common”? Clearly not, from my stated experience, if “common” is a bad thing. Then again, is everyone really “middle”? I read of benefit claimants, categorised “E”, claiming to be middle class. I am middle class by education and tastes, and quite attached to those tastes, and underclass by situation- again if this has meaning. These are terms people use. Politicians talk of appealing to the squeezed middle, to hard working families, so they think it has meaning. I had not intended to put anyone down. And I do recall you are a journalist, but that does not mean that I pigeonhole you.

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  1. It appears that here in NZ, those without a tattoo are in the minority. I don’t have any tattoos, and have no intention of getting one. Traditional Maori design seem to be a significant influence, and I am beginning to appreciate its beauty, whereas I still find tattoos based on European traditions unsightly. This especially is so with facial tattoos, where non-Maori design looks hideous to my eyes.

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  2. I don’t like tattoos on my body, but don’t mind them on other people although some can go too far with that “body art” and then one wonders why? Why make a permanent change to body although one can remove tattoos – painstakingly …never really understood those that that many or sizable part of body tattooed out…

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