Tattoos, I don’t have any. Everywhere I go these days I see them. No longer exclusive to sailors and tough guys they adorn young and old. At some point they became fashionable. The problem with fashion is that it changes. Who these days would be seen dead now in the padded shoulder suits of the eighties ( apart from a certain Green co-leader )?
When my son was at primary another 30 something Mum pulled up her top to proudly show me her belly ring. At the time I remember thinking, belly rings used to be cool and the preserve of young things. If a thirty something full time mother is now sporting one they have gone out of fashion. That is the thing with being a rebel. Once your rebellion becomes mainstream it loses its cachet.
So what do you do when the thrill wears off and your tattoo that seemed so hip, so edgy and so cool now feels like a sticker advertising something you no longer sell? You have changed but your ink stays the same, a permanent reminder of a choice that seemed like a good idea at the time.
Until recently there was only one choice available to you and it involved pain. I know this because a local Tattoo removal business has as their slogan, Get your ink off in a friendly, non judgmental environment with less pain!!
Where is the problem I hear you ask. Anyone who has gotten a tattoo can handle pain.