Sunday, February 27, 2011

tattoos.

I was raised by my grandparents. They taught me never to dye my hair, get a piercing, talk to strangers, wear black, or get tattoos.
here i am, almost sixteen, and planning my life in front of me.
here i am, planning my tattoos, my piercings, the strangers I am going to talk to, and what color I'm going to dye my hair next.
It isn't a rebellion. It isn't a phase. I just think it is a way to express yourself.

So here goes my rant about tattoos:
We don't judge people on the color of their skin anymore. You cannot just not give someone a certain job or pay check because of their gender or skin color or sexual orientation. So, why do we judge people on what in ON their skin? Tattoos are a beautiful thing. They used to be tribal, spiritual, etc. now they are for personal expression. I know that if I had a choice I would be getting a tattoo today and I would wear them proudly. So what is the difference between these two people?:

they both went to college. they both are men. they both are (more than likely) married. they both are professionals at something. they both have civil rights.
so why is it that they both could go to the same interview, do the same on the interview and the buisness man would get the job?
i fucking hate most of society. this is why i want to be a punk rock chick when im 25. ride a morcycle and own a music studio. fuck you guuuuys.

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