I remember i used to think i wanted a tattoo a long time ago. And to be perfectly honest, i wanted it because for me it symbolized some sort of non-conformist attittude and was therefore cool. Don't judge, I was a teenager, cool was really big with teenagers back then, possibly still is. And non-conformist? oh wow, you were practically a walking talking breathing subculture all on your own. Anyway i eventually opted for three facial piercings, tongue eye and nostril, it was the mid-nineties, they were cool, s'true. along with glow-in-the-dark lightstix, Peter White's Mother raves at Joburg's park station and my 5-inch Buffalo sneakers from Moolas (i think that's what it was called) on Smal street. Waar was jy skatebol? Fast-forward 15yrs and i've grown into a rather boring adult. Okay maybe not the most boring but i do suffer from the usual adult inhibitions and am unlikely to start getting tattoos. Another thing that's happened over the last 15yrs is that tats have moved further and further into the mainstream, these days nothing says i belong like a bit of ink, ask Rihanna or Beyonce or Gaga or Ke$ha or any popstar or any other manufactured starlet of your choosing. I remember tho' from back then my flatmate's tattoo artist French boyfriend proclaiming mid-joint (i was a teenager skat) "Tattoos are the last remaining authentic form of body art". Okay.
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