As I was recently opining about plagues on society, this one immediately sprang to mind. Now, bear in mind that I am only "cream skimming" so as not to confuse my readers with all the minutia of being a proper curmudgeon.
But this one deserves special attention. The curmudgeon handbook mentions the "greatest generation" and the sacrifices made in WW II. If you didn't know whether you would be alive the same time the next day, a discrete blue "Mom," anchor, or girlfriend's name might buoy your spirits in battle. Perfectly understandable.
Now it is "body art" and way too many people are getting tattoos that actually show in public. Except for gang members and the usual fringe element, this is going way too far. I have no objection to a small rose or heart that only reveals itself in intimate settings, but to broadcast your poor taste because you wore a t-shirt (another indicator of poor taste) and exposed your arm tat is simply unacceptable. If you want to emulate gang members, the dregs of society, knock yourself out. Just stay out of my sight.
Oh yeah, the new Steve McGarrett has these, too. A double whammy. Jack Lord must be turning over in his grave.
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