As it is now the month of love, I thought I’d spend a few posts addressing one of my favorite subjects: women. From what I find attractive, to their role in modern society, and a new take on one of my more popular (and very tongue-in-cheek) posts, here we begin with an informal new series… Love Month.
I have no qualms about liking what I like and not liking what I don’t, as I similarly don’t about others having their own tastes and opinions (unless it’s about The Force Awakens, and then I’m very unhappy with you for loving it). One can’t help what one finds attractive. That doesn’t mean I always can understand it, and this bafflement is quite strong on the subject at hand: tattoos.
I joked with a friend who got his first tattoo that he was now a criminal, but of course I don’t think that narrowly about people who have inked skin. I know plenty of upstanding folks who have tattoos, on a wide scale of coverage percentage, so it’s hardly an indication of a person’s moral aptitude. That aside, though, there is one universal trait that all tattoo-bearers share.
They’ve made themselves infinitely less attractive.
Since this is Love Month, and the topic of the month is women, we’ll leave the guys out of this conversation, but everything I have to say here goes for them, too. From casual chats with others, most folks I know seem to have a threshold of what they deem “acceptable” in terms of being able to appreciate tattoos on another person. For many, it wouldn’t be a surprise that I find the ink on the gal below unattractive, because she pushes a little too far away from what many might consider “tasteful.”
Of course, there are plenty who think she looks just fine, or even appreciate her more for being covered in tattoos, but in my eyes… she’s been ruined. Let me share another example before I delve further into making my case, though.
Sienna Miller. As far as my tastes are concerned, she’s about as stunning as can be — a total fox. There are many pictures of her, though, that I could never bring myself to post here or on Random Beauty, and I’m about to break that personal protocol to show you why…
Do you see it? On her right shoulder? That little bit of permanent flair she’s adorned herself with? She’s still absolutely hot, but as soon as I see that tattoo, I’m out. I can’t help it. She can still be HOT, but in a way she is also now entirely unappealing.
Here’s the crux of my case: tattoos ruin perfection. You see, I love women. That’s not news. I’m a big fan, and part of that appreciation is certainly for how they look. Women were the final thing God created, and boy did he save the best for last. I can enjoy natural subtleties, the imperfections that somehow work together to create something wonderful. A woman with a strong nose, a beauty mark, big front teeth… these things can manage to coalesce into the form of absolute beauty.
But what does a tattoo offer us? It’s graffiti on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. It doesn’t matter how intricate or pretty the tattoo could be, it isn’t going to be more impressive than what it is covering up — the natural beauty of a woman. The tattoo may be tiny and hidden, well-drawn, or filled with deep personal meaning, but by its very existence it is scarring and partially hiding an otherwise beautiful work of art. Part of a woman’s physical beauty is her skin… perhaps it’s peppered with freckles, perhaps it’s lightly tan and smooth, but what a shame it is to see a random scribble on pristine, clean sheets.
There have been many a times that I have seen a woman in person, an absolutely gorgeous gal going about her life at work or school, and I’m enchanted… until there, on the top of her foot or hidden on the inside of her wrist, is a horrifying blemish of ink. These women owe me nothing, their existence is much more than to simply be eye-candy for Mark Mushakian, of this I am very aware. In reality, there is actually very little chance that I would even be interested enough to even pursue them romantically, but sometimes… sometimes it makes me very sad. Sometimes, I see a gal who seems really wonderful, but then I spy that she’s done this to herself. At that point, I end up questioning: if she thinks she can improve upon such a wonderful work of art with a sub-par work of art, what other horrible ideas does she have?
There are of course other aspects of tattoos that are unappealing on less visual terms. Tattoos cost money, and if you’ve been paying attention, it’s very much a huge waste of money in my book. On top of that, tastes and opinions change. I’m less thrilled with a woman who dyes her hair or has a nose piercing, but neither of those alterations are permanent. While tattoo-removal is possible, by design tattoos are intended to be a constant for the rest of one’s life, so choosing a tattoo isn’t quite like just hanging a new art poster in the living room.
You may disagree with me on this matter, and that’s fine, but I hope I’ve made my case clearly. Rebuttals are welcome, but I’m not looking for debate… I just hoped to explain a natural impulse of my own, to address a subject I’ve considered writing about many a times. And heck, if I can dissuade even a single woman from trying to unnaturally improve on the already-wonderful thing that is her body, well – then I think I’ve done the world a very wonderful service 🙂 .