Thursday, November 13, 2008

The Illustrated Woman

I don't get it. I just don't get it!

Megan Fox, the young lady who makes male brains melt in Transformers, has been named the sexiest woman alive on a variety of lists, but Google her image and you can't find a shot where she hasn't defaced a part of her beautiful body with tattoos.

On her ribcage are the words "There once was a little girl who never knew love until a boy broke her heart." On one shoulder is "We will all laugh at gilded butterflies" from King Lear.

There's a symbol for strength on her neck, Marilyn Monroe on her forearm, a star on her ankle and her boyfriend Brian's name (What can I say? I have great taste in women) way south of her navel.

Why? Why? Why? Does she think we won't look unless she supplies us with reading material?

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Saturday, September 06, 2008

Random thought on tats

Perhaps a thought like this qualifies me for early geezerhood, i.e., "What's wrong with these young whippersnappers nowadays?!?" But:

If a girl grabs a razor blade or some other sharp object and starts cutting into her body, it's interpreted as a cry for help and mental health professionals are called in.

If a girl hires someone to grab a needle and cut an illustration into her body, it's cool and sexy and everyone stands around admiring the work.

A little butterfly in the small of the back is kind of cute. A labyrinth of pictures covering an arm or a face or a torso? Looks like a cry for help to me.

Am I a geezer or am I on to something here?

Afterthought 15 minutes later: I'm not trying to tell anyone what or what not to do with their bodies. I'm just curious about this distinction between "harmful" cutting and "artistic" cutting.

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