Comments: Women Whose Tattoos Whisper Unto to All Men... "FLEE!" [Bumped]
This is not a tattoo this is a disfigurement.
Posted by Brian J. at December 4, 2009 6:01 AM
hay me encanta es como opina a?os 80 que antiguo...
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Posted by Games at September 3, 2012 8:46 PM
Posted by BillH at October 6, 2012 12:18 PM
I dunno. If you want your children to be artists you could do worse than start them while they suckle. It would be a variant of J.S. Mill's childhood training.
Posted by chuck at October 6, 2012 12:19 PM
Posted by Cris at October 6, 2012 12:47 PM
All tattoos are disgusting.
A tattoo improves a woman's beauty in the same way that graffiti improves a building. Wouldn't the Taj Mahal, or the Louvre be more- like totally awesome if they let some urban street artists loose with a bunch of felt pens and spray paint? And for that matter, why don't they let some taggers have their way with a few of Rembrandt's works? Imagine how bitchen The Night Watch, or some of the late self portraits would be with a little help from a magic marker.
Posted by jwm at October 6, 2012 6:37 PM
JWM: I agree 100%.
Why do most young women (and sadly, too many older ones)these days feel the need to stick tacky looking doodles on their bodies?
Posted by Mumblix Grumph at October 6, 2012 6:46 PM
I have never seen anyone--male, female, or something in between--who looks better with a tattoo than without one. Never. And the example cited here does nothing to change my mind.
Posted by waltj at October 6, 2012 9:31 PM
Dunno about that waltj. Popeye looked pretty spiffy. And, he was a chick magnet.
Posted by BillH at October 7, 2012 7:53 AM
Life does suck. Especially if you are stupid.
- Stuff John Wayne Almost Said.
Posted by B Moe at October 7, 2012 8:01 AM
@BillH, let's agree that Popeye's ink was "in character". But chick magnet? Olive Oyl seemed like a nice girl and all, but not a reason to have one's body mutilated.
Posted by waltj at October 7, 2012 8:18 AM
I'd add that Popeye was one of the types of people who traditionally got tattoos: military enlisted men. They, along with outlaw motorcycle club members and low socio-economic status whites ("white trash"), kept tattoo artists in business for many years. When I was a kid, you'd never see a tattoo parlor in a middle-class or wealthy part of town. Now, they're all over.
Posted by waltj at October 7, 2012 9:32 AM
Olive Oyl seemed like a nice girl and all
Olive Oyl was a flirt and a tease.
Posted by chuck at October 7, 2012 9:53 AM
The real reason women put tattoo's on their bodies is because it is their body after all. It is nice to actually have freedom to do what you want and not be lorded over by men. And if that scares a man, so be it. Buh bye.
Posted by Lydia at October 8, 2012 1:03 AM
@Lydia: just because you can do something doesn't necessarily mean you should. An inked-up woman doesn't frighten me, but her attempt to look like a neon sign doesn't exactly impress me with her intelligence, either. Nor do men who do the same thing.
Posted by waltj at October 8, 2012 8:55 AM
I don't have any tattoos, but if I did, it would just be one on my ass that said:
"Best Used by Apr. 1994"
...... Truth in Advertising, y'know?
Sunk New Dawn
Posted by Jim at February 13, 2013 12:05 PM
Never allow yourself to be tattooed with a word in a language that you can not understand or with name other than yours, your mother's, or your first born's. Better yet do not allow yourself to be tattooed. Throughout history only slaves and prisoners have been tattooed.
Posted by Fat Man at February 13, 2013 12:38 PM
Tattoos proclaim your chosen tribal identity. Within a tribe, they have artistic value.
If people are getting tattoos, it means the dominant culture has a defect that is driving people away.
OTOH, there are the libetarian types who say, tattoos are a valued personal choice, it's a good culture if it enables people to express themselves in diverse ways without retribution.
Where do I stand? Here's where. Choose your culture, defend it, and let history figure out which one is better.
Posted by John A. Fleming at February 13, 2013 12:43 PM
An immortal piece of advice about girls like Ms. Tatts and Lynda:
December 02, 2008
Beyond the planet of the crazygirls
Imagine the entire human universe is like the surface of a sphere. So all its dimensions, social, economic, cultural, sexual and so on, are represented as points on the surface of this sphere. Yes, it's a simplification. On this sphere somewhere, perhaps where we might put Uzbekistan, is the land of the crazygirls. It is fairly populous.
Here live the ladies who fall in love with someone else the moment they get engaged to you and have mad everything-but-actual-sex with him (because that would be wrong) and then write all about it years later in the New York Times. Here live the young women who canoodle with you all summer long but don't have sex because they say (falsely) they were raped, but when they finally do sort of have sex with you, they hate you because you made them feel such a strong emotion.
And this, I assure you, is just the beginning. Down the road lie the hours, the years of ultimately fruitless therapy, the crazykids fluttering like frightened bats against the windows, the absolutely, no kidding, forget about due process and just get her out of here, certifiable lunatic mother in law. The father in law who packs the wooden sailboat his uncle left him with 20 pounds of TNT, sails out into the sound and is never heard of again, save once. The person with whom sex is good or bad, but always deeply, deeply confusing. Anyway, that's where they dwell.
What you want to do is draw a line from the land of the crazygirls through the center of the earth and then out to the other side of the world. That is maximum distance from the land of the crazygirls and that's where you want to dwell. This is nothing to fool around with, not even as a tourist.
Go into any English or comp lit or psychology class at any of America's elite universities and throw a stick and you will hit a half dozen of these young ladies. Get to the other side of the globe and get there now.
But as the father of sons the main thing I feel is, God, I hope none of my sons ever marries a crazygirl. Heaven forefend. It makes you think the cultures where the parents choose the kids' spouses really have something to be said for them. You can at least give your boys some clues: Favorite book The Bell Jar? Out. Ambition is to be a poet -- novelist -- 'performance artist' -- other vague art-thing? Out. Weird friends? Out. One could go on.
Somebody told me of a group of brothers who entered a pact that any one of them could veto the wife-choice of any other. Someone was in fact vetoed to the later gratitude of the intended victim. Not a bad idea.
Sometimes the kindest, best, most useful six words one man can say to another, whether brother, father, friend or whatever are:
"She's crazy, get rid of her".
Posted by Fat Man at February 13, 2013 12:47 PM
Link is broken
Posted by Fat Man at February 13, 2013 12:49 PM
I nominate Fat Man for commenter of the decade.
Posted by John Hinds at February 13, 2013 1:18 PM
What protest we would hear were a woman to be told that her next selection of hair color, style, and clothing fashion would be her last, much less her boyfriend also. It's too bad that all women don't come so clearly marked with warning signs. Yes, I know, men too. But if you don't expect more from women you have no business expecting anything at all from men.
Posted by james wilson at February 13, 2013 1:27 PM
This woman, who had a bilateral mastectomy, made a bold choice:
Posted by DHH at February 13, 2013 1:51 PM
Do they make a tat Barbie yet?
Ennywho, ladies if you must get one, get a tiny one, or a fine lined one, in a gravity-defying area like the ankle or the top of the shoulder.
Besides, after so many years, all the colors fade to that wretched blue.
Posted by Joan of Argghh! at February 13, 2013 3:10 PM
John Hinds: Thanks, but I was reposting Tom Smith's blog.
Posted by Fat Man at February 13, 2013 3:27 PM
The "the crazykids fluttering like frightened bats against the windows" is the scariest and heart-wrenching part. Don't do it for no other reason tnan that. Love may or may not last, but you'll be dealing with your kids your whole life.
Posted by John A. Fleming at February 13, 2013 3:42 PM
Lydia got "property of the San Berdoo Hell's Angels" tattooed in a prominent place one night in Tijuana and now she's trying to compensate by saying it's her body and her choice and all that shite. We're just trying to tell her that she looks like Bozo on angel dust and she's a world class dumbass. Buh-bye.
Posted by bill at February 13, 2013 5:54 PM
I used to see threads like this on FARK.com. Always entertaining.
Posted by Eric Blair at February 13, 2013 8:34 PM
The real reason women put tattoo's on their bodies is because it is their body after all
"Lydia, Oh Lydia,
Say, have you met Lydia,
Lydia the TAH-TOOED LADY!"
Lydia, Oh Lydia,
Lydia the Queen of TATOOOOOOO. . . .!"
--Groucho (from the grave)
Posted by Don Rodrigo at February 14, 2013 10:21 AM
Posted by Don Rodrigo at February 14, 2013 10:25 AM
I told my daughter she could get a tattoo, but that it would never go away without a lot of pain. Suppose she ran into the man of her dreams only to discover that he would not touch a woman with a tattoo? She says "What kind of guy would do that!?!" I said, "You are looking at one now." Never heard any more about a tattoo.
BTW, how many kids are going to ask their grandma about her tramp-stamp in the not too distant future, when it is no longer in style.
Posted by drdave at February 14, 2013 1:00 PM
this country is an outdoor insane asylum; (thanks Fatman for the great line for my nephews)
Posted by pinklady at February 14, 2013 6:23 PM
There once was a sweet thing named Lydia,
Was feminist from jawbone to tibia,
After her rants,
you could get in her pants,
Then send her with Hillary to Libya
Posted by Anonymous at February 15, 2013 2:04 AM
No I'm not afraid of her. The limerick is mine.
Posted by Denny at February 15, 2013 2:20 AM
Neither of these inked-up women has gotten any more attractive in the almost four years since this was first posted. I'd imagine the "in the flesh" reality is even worse. And yes, both are batshit crazy to want to have their bodies mutilated like this.
Posted by waltj at July 23, 2013 2:52 PM
Instead of a tramp stamp, just tape a Kindle to the small of your back, ladies. Then if your partner becomes bored while banging you doggy style, he can read something interesting instead of looking at the same stupid tat.
Posted by JD(not the one with the picture) at July 23, 2013 3:32 PM
In the seventies I went ashore in St. John's Newfoundland. A shipmate and I stopped at a tattoo shop on the way up the hill, and got inked. Official salts we was. Further up the hill was the Stardust Lounge. Drinking. I meets a lay-dee. She got on a long sleeved, high-necked white blouse. (springtime still cold in Newfieworld) she's sees new tattoo, "oohm she says, a tattoo?" ayuh, I proudly grin. She says, "well, why don't you take me home and I'll show you something" Okay. When we get to her place, more drinking. Things progress at a rather quick pace. It's warm in the house, we disrobe. When she pulled that blouse off, I gasped. She looked like the lady in the picture. For years afterward, I never saw nothing like it. Nowadays, meh, it's everywhere.
Posted by Will at July 23, 2013 3:54 PM
As a nurse, I have seen tattoos on older people.....not a pretty sight.
Can you imagine trying to start a central or peripheral line into skin obscured by tattoos ?
You are right that these tattoos tell men to run, as do the prison, gang, neck, knuckle tattoos on men broadcast the same message to women.
Leg tattoos on women look like broken veins in a few years.
Posted by Grace at July 23, 2013 4:30 PM
Posted by Ranman at July 24, 2013 6:21 AM
Speaking as a modern older man... a tat takes about 5 points off a woman on the old 1-10 scale for me. Smoking knocks off points, too. Just don't, ladies, please, for the sake of all of us.
Posted by Christopher Taylor at July 24, 2013 2:08 PM
Donc un peu de moi. J'ai grandi autour des ordinateurs. Mon grand-père m'a appris les bases du matériel, des logiciels et l'auto construction. Comme un bébé '87, les années 90 seront toujours que d'or décennie. J'ai toujours été un joueur occasionnel rebondir et-vient entre les jeux PC et les jeux de la console. Les premiers jeux Je me souviens de jeu étaient la House of Horrors et garçon de papier d'Hugo. Malheureusement, se déplacer et d'avoir à rencontrer de nouvelles personnes m'ont arrachée de mon bagage technique / informatique.
Posted by Darren Halligan at January 27, 2014 11:55 AM