Just dropping by for one quik lil sec to say that human beings have given tattoos a bad name. So many dreadful lookitme vanity etchings poisoning the skin of ppl i already regard as quite infected and poisonous, in so many cases. Modern fucking americans, having studied them and their bleak, waning world too much as i have, tend to make me fucking queasy, even without their banal, flesh-graffiti posturing. Additionally, a common style of tattoos these days is an ugly sort of scatter-shot, scatter-brained anything-goes collage of disconnected images, even especially among womenfolk, if my impressions are correct. A little flaming skull here, a little faery or devil there, a little bit o' sleeve over there, then a dolphin or whatever, maybe next to some unreadable memento mori or statistically daffy text or script. The men tend to favor other dumb styles of fertile and frightening signals, and ones that might involve more time and pain when injected, overall.
Everywhere you look, a random and schizoid miniature image, confusingly close to another. Or an arm sleeve of some length. And about 64% of police under 41 years old seem to have them, studies have shown. As i like to say: Modesty, we can see, is practically dead and mutilated and hung before the gates, in the fiercely gauche and bothersome IG and dating app generation/era, as i like to say.
Yes we have given tattoos a bad name, just as western adults have given infants a bad name, by acting so commonly like infants, and not reasonable, tolerable adults. The reasons so many ppl are intolerably vain, shallow, and somatic narcissists, or unhealthy and too corpulent, and bound thus perhaps more to the material world---in the developed west---are almost entirely bc of,
One: the simultaneous collapse or weakening of spirituality, true self-awareness, and inner depth, along with the crushing despair of our competitive, futile comparison culture of modern internet existence, and,
Two: These noxious bloody super-computers fused to human hands or kept against their persons at all times, in pockets or purses.
Three: As far as i can tell, a lot of weird social engineering, and subsidized, relatively cheap and quite unhealthy foods, diets, and general, capitalist aesthetic, cultural traditions. Naturally the poorer one is, the unhealthier. We've gone just a bit astray, though, so now the discussion turns back to tattoos. No longer are tramp-stamps confined to one gender, we find.
They (the infantilized infant-people) simply never had a chance at resisting the sleepless, 24-hour fascination of seeing, capturing, and then reproducing on unlimited screens their own gluttonous and self-adoring image. Because we're like babies. One of the most important stages of psychological development in a human baby is that point when it's finally capable of perceiving its own self, image, and separateness, one's Me-ness. It seems to me that this is the actual stage we're at, culturally, since the maturity of smart phones, heavily subsidized and pervasive bandwidth, and the demon-spawn networks called "social media." Which in most cases aren't so "social, " but anti-social and a shrine to daily, quite sometimes rather vapid and mercenary self-expression, self-adoration, self-consumption and -marketing. Like any other method or technology, these forms can be used for good, but sadly they're in our hands, in our current hideous state of being and world arson, i mean affairs. We desperately need fewer tattoos and less time spent on social media if it's to be used in these ways, and far more introspection and concern for the existence and welfare of others. Also a knowledge of the Tragic Event of Building 7, and of sometimes fraudulent mass shootin' epidemics, and the true nastiness of the Yoo-kraine war, why it's happening in this proxy way, and where it seems tragically headed and who it affects the most, and yes also of imminent global war and ghastly factitious world plagues that seem to end when the war began, and economic collapse, these would be meet and helpful as well to know something about, when we're not getting tattoos and venereal diseases, and The Big C at recently over 60% greater rates, among these poor disenchanted, distracted and locked-down young people, at least.
At least as a Civilization we are smart, and wise, and far-seeing enough to be providing these expensive Narcan drugs to high-schools and city services now, to resurrect the hapless and the junkies, bc of the massive pharmaceutical- and lesser mafia-generated opioid pandemic.
Also, chances are, i do not hate upon or judge You, dear friend, for your own tattoos. It should be clear i have a specific and reasoned contempt only for the modern mass craze for them, and the sensualist, to me distasteful late manner of their appearance, as like prolific mini-advertisements on the flesh, of the preoccupations of our neurotic, slick, childish contemporary minds. It's too often like or nothing more than adolescent-brained desperation and vainglory. Personally i would have to be paid a great deal of hard metal currency to get a tattoo, and it wouldn't be a sleeve or a massive raptor or bat of some kind clawing up my sternum and high-lighting my youthful neck and brand-enhancing boobies, and scaring people.
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