FILE — March 28, 2015: Actress Angelina Jolie waves as she accepts the Best Villain Award at the 2015 Kids’ Choice Awards in Los Angeles, California. (Reuters) It’s summer, and with the advent of sleeveless dress and spaghetti strap season, I am reminded why I find tattoos on women so offensive: they are simply unsightly to look at.
I’m a fairly open minded person, but I must draw the line here, and be frank. I find tattoos a desecration of the beauty of the female form.
They don’t look cool. They look cheap. And the kinds of men who find tattoos alluring are probably out on parole.
Remember that scene in “Steel Magnolias” when Dolly Parton is describing her ruffian son’s new squeeze? I’m a fairly open minded person, but I must draw the line here, and be frank. I find tattoos a desecration of the beauty of the female form. “The only nice thing I can say about her, “she says, “is that all her tattoos are spelled correctly.”
Maybe on Angelina Jolie, tattoos are “art.” On everyone else they are just bad graffiti.
There’s nothing more unsettling than seeing an otherwise elegant woman in a classic sheath at an outdoor reception, and then on closer inspection noticing her hideous stamps on her upper arms, or an insipid butterfly “design” encircling her ankle.
When I see these women, a part of me reserves judgement. Perhaps these tattoos are the remnants of a wild youth, an impetuous indiscretion. In order to arrive at one’s own sense of style, one must experiment, sometimes with disastrous results. Removing tattoos is painful and expensive, but wearing a shawl or pashmina isn’t. If you were stupid enough to get tattoos in your past, be smart enough to cover them up, if you can’t get rid of them.
Last month, Rihanna, with jewelry designer Jacquie Aiche, launched a line of “temporary” tattoos, marketing no doubt to the impressionable young girls who hang on her every word.