When the Thrill is Gone
You noticed the announcement on entering What About Bob? today. I activated the adult content intro to this blog all due to this post and the ever present the Blogger Police. If this notice wasn't activated it's likely they would tag this blog and lock it up.
This post could come under more than a couple of headings:
How much is enough?
Makes a Mother Proud?
What happens when the thrill is gone?
I can't imagine anyone defacing their body in such a way. A tattoo or two is one thing. Covering your body completely in tattoos is yet another. Regardless of what generation you're in, what's shown here has to be over the top. Guys? A real jewel to take home to mother. Ya think?
Yeah, yeah, it's her body. But ya just have to think that later in life, when the thrill is gone and all of her pals have grown up, gotten real jobs, real families and live real lives, that she would be left without pals and deeply regret having defaced her body. That said, this woman has created her own handicap that will to some degree limit what she's able to do in this life.
It would be tough going to the beach. Can you imagine this woman attending a swim party put on by her employer? It would be interesting to listen to the behind her back comments made by her physician or by the operating room crew should she ever go under for a procedure.
It's likely that this woman doesn't really care who thinks what or who says what. That's today. How about tomorrow?
Individuality creates an interesting world to live in. Here's an excellent example of that statement.