You know the curse. It goes like this - you meet a guy, you fall in love, he gets your name on his skin somewhere permanently and the next day you dump him. It works in reverse too, but you’re on a Women Inspiring Women site, so we’ll go with this version.
There must be some truth to this because ‘a really good friend of mine’ was in the process of getting a tattoo and the artist actually had that conversation with him. Was he really sure that he wanted his partner’s sign on his body for life?
Curses and superstitions are all just different forms of fear trying to prevent us from not living in the moment. I think every tattoo has a unique story behind it. Doesn’t everyone watch Kat Von D on LA Ink just for that, the stories behind the art?
When I see a tattoo I am instantly intrigued. I want to hear who, what, where, why and when. I want to admire the art and artist behind the work. I’ve even gone as far as asking two very handsome, young, strapping, hormone raging (your getting the picture, right?) guys if they would take off their shirts so I could have a better look, all in the name of research, of course. I can’t remember what their tattoos were of, but my point is…. if you took the step to place your art on your skin you should wear it proudly and show that you have no fear. I think tattoos are another unique way of expressing ourselves. Be proud of the skin your in. What are your thoughts?
Jacquie’s 2 cents
Well Tracy, I think the reasons people get tattoos change with each generation but the ‘curse of the loved-one’s name’ has withstood the test of time. I really wanted to do something a bit ‘rebel-ish’ to celebrate a milestone birthday a few years ago and so I got a small tattoo on my right shoulder. I went through a full hour of some majorly intense smarts to get my ink trophy so it really fries my bacon when I get accused of flashing a…rub-on!!! People thought it looked too neat and tidy or ‘cute’! I needed to make it edgier, they said!
My dear sister, always wanting to see me suffer be helpful, suggested I add my husband’s name underneath the design. Um…at that point in my life if I thought I was going to be with him forever maybe I wouldn’t have felt the need to get the tattoo!!!! What part of the word rebel don’t you understand?!
I had a way out. My husband’s Asian so if I just had the characters that made up his Chinese name added in a vertical line under my tattoo we’d all go home happy. His name in Chinese is Future Go Smoothly. No, that’s my son’s name. Anyway, it had something to do with money, the future & happiness. Very transferable sentiment.
I haven’t been back to have my tattoo added onto yet. Yeah, I’ll admit I’m not relishing the idea of having that needle buzzing in my ear and busting up my epidermis again. Plus, I’ve heard horror stories, and had a good laugh, at the celebrities who’ve permanently scrawled things like ‘Large Waste’ or ‘This Boy is Ugly’ in Chinese when they really meant to say Love, Honor and Obey. I don’t know if I trust the combination of Gavin’s dad’s handwriting and the tattoo artist’s skills with something this permanent. What if it wound up saying ‘You Don’t Know What You’ve Got ‘Til it’s Gone”. Geez, I’d have egg on my face!
If what you say is true, Tracy, then I owe the success of my marriage to the fact that I haven’t put his stamp of ownership on my person. I get it.
No one can predict what will happen tomorrow, but I know now that when I do get up the nerve to add to my tattoo I’ll do it without fear. I’ll do it because I truly believe that I’ll always have the same feeling of love, and most of all respect, for Big Lucky Dragon, and that will never change.
Bonnie weighs in…
I too decided to get inked on a birthday. It wasn’t any milestone number, but I was at a point in my life where I wanted to do something wild and dangerous. It was dangerous to me not because of the fear of dirty needles, but because I knew my mother would disapprove.
It was absolutely delicious to me to have this fair sized but well hidden tattoo that she knew nothing about…at first. After a while, however, the smugness turned into fear. Every time I was around her I was hyper conscious of keeping my shirt tucked in. Here I was in my mid and even late 30′s and worrying about my shirt not being tucked in when I was around my mother! Damn! I didn’t feel empowered by my secret at all anymore, I just felt like I was 7 years old again. For years, whenever I was on my way to see my parents, I would rehearse telling them about my body art. And for years I would chicken out. I spent the entire drive volleying clever come backs to all the disapproving remarks. Then by the time I’d arrived at their door step I was exhausted and I did not want to go there!
Worse was that I even had my young son and my husband watching out for me. There were a few times around my mother that one or both of them would cough and widen their eyes at me when my shirt had hiked up. Finally my husband had enough and gently coaxed me into revealing my “big” secret. I was approaching 40 years old after all. What was she going to do, ground me?
On the day of the reveal I warned her that I had something big I wanted to tell her and that I hoped she would not freak out too much. This was over the phone before we arrived so she had hours to guess at what it could be. She has a great imagination and so came up with some doozy scenarios of her own. When I finally broke the big news, palms sweating and pale skinned, her reaction was a very disappointing “Oh is that all!”. What!
There are a few lessons in this story and they are pretty obvious so I won’t bore you by listing them. I just hope after reading my tattoo story I can save someone from the same fate.