Suck it, anti-tattoo people.
Recently a college professor publicly shamed my daughter for her tattoos. First off, fuck that instructor and all the other anti-ink people out there. Secondly, no teacher has a right to publicly shame a student for anything, regardless of their personal feelings or beliefs.
Besides, my daughter has three great tattoos, and she’s proud of them. As she should be. My wife has three. I have five. I love mine, and I can’t wait to get more. A lot more.
And my only regret is that I didn’t start getting them earlier in life.
The pic (above) from the bathroom at Addictions Tattoo in Fargo, N.D. says it all. (Ask for Nate.) Plus, you be you, man. I’ll be me. Always.
Then there’s one tattoo that’s just for my wife. Some things are still private.
So, yeah, don’t knock it ’till you try it, keep your puritanical notions of propriety off my body and don’t ever try to publicly shame me or a member of my family for our tattoos. While you’re fretting, we’ll just laugh at you, standing there all judgmental, panties twisted in a bunch and plain skin, just like every other old bastard.