Is she servicing males her own age? Older? Younger? :eek:

I have a miniature dot tattoo done on my left thumb . I did it myself in a boring maths lesson at the age of fifteen . Ink and a compass . Easy . I think girls should be encouraged to do their own tattoos . Cheaper for the parents , and empowering for the girl .

I offer this advice to give your daughters who want tattoos (hey, people can do what they want but I find them tacky) Just tell her to tell her pressuring peers "Tattoo? That would be like scribbling on the Mona Lisa. You just don't mess with a work of art."

You forget that the Mona Lisa only looks enigmatic because the canvas has buckled , Shawnee .

And loads of stuff behind her have been painted in and then out , and then in again .

I have a tiiiiny 'tattoo' on my arm, where I sharpened a mechanical pencil to a super fine point, then to see how sharp it was, tapped myself extremely lightly on the arm. The little gray spot is still there, two years later.

I hope you all know that the word 'tattoo' is Polynesian . I have a few interesting historical anecdotes about Polynesian tattoos and the theme of Polynesia / Europe .

It is recorded that a tattooed Polynesian sailor had a love affair with a working-class girl from London . A baby was born , and the mother was surprised to see that the baby did not have any tattoos ( usually they are worried about toes , not tattoos...) She thought they were genetic ( the t This story can be found in Peter Dillon's nineteenth century account of the search for La Pérouse .

woops , clumsy fingers . Sorry .

The other anecdote concerns the story of the Bounty mutineers , and another Peter . Peter Heywood . Peter Heywood did not go to Pitcairn with the other mutineers . He stayed in Tahiti , where at the age of eighteen he founded a young family with a Tahitian woman .

He underwent the full-scale buttock tattoo of the Tahitians . One can visualise the effect as being that of dark shorts .

The British Navy eventually got hold of him and dragged him off for a court marshal in Britain . He got off lightly due to his youth and the fact that he came from an influential Manx family .

He became a member of the British establishment , and he married an Englishwoman . There were no children , and he never went back to Tahiti .

Imagine . Every day of his life he saw those Tahitian tattoos on his body .

Luckily, I used the Mona Lisa as an example of art that young ladies will likely be familiar. The point is not looking like the Mona Lisa, but looking like a work of art.

Works of art are never static , Shawnee . If you want the young ladies to be static and without imagination , tell them to use pornography as a stimulus . Not art .
Please do not sully our Mona Lisa thus .

While working in screen printing & sculpting I always thought of the finished product as a by-product. Art is a verb, it was only art as I was creating it.
Must have been why I settled on acting?

Because you are so adept at missing points entirely, I will only go so far as to say that I do believe young ladies should self-express. I don't believe the "bumper sticker" way of doing so shows any sort of the imagination you pretend to tout.

Imagination? I'm all for it. As a matter of fact, I am imagining you right now, as a child. Sitting in the back of the classroom, all pudgy and pock-faced, lacking all but the most rudimentary social graces. You had learned to hold a fork at mealtime but couldn't seem to control all the grunting and snorting involved as you tried to keep the embarrassing snot from rolling down your face. Spit wads flew in your direction, and you had been the recipient of more than one "wedgie."

Lacking the physical power at that time to retaliate, you swore you would get revenge. Luckily, you avoided going all Columbine, and have since found your power in your anonymous internet forum attacks. I bet if you ever worked in a restaurant, you would be the type to spit in people's food. Now, I'm sure your anger is manifested in whatever form food-spitting takes in your line of work. You sit there at your computer and attack anyone you hope will bow down and praise your supposed intelligence and class level. You forget that real class lies not in bringing others down, but in lifting others up. Because you have been so randomly abusive, I cannot offer you that quality of class in me I usually give so freely.

Attack away, at any one of us. I believe we can rise above it. I cringe not at your cries for attention. I welcome them, I revel in them.

...Pwned.

Thanks Ibram. I had to google that to know what it meant. If I say so myself, I agree! :)

You had to google "pwned"? That's sad, my friend.

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