This morning I listened as a man poked fun at people who get neck tattoos… especially people who get “Only God Can Judge Me” emblazoned on their necks and upper chests. They’re pretty common; don’t believe me? Type it into Google Images to prove me wrong. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!
[An aside: I love tattoos and if I could still keep my job, I’d be covered in them. I have one and I am not ashamed of it; however, when asked, I always caution my students against neck, face, and lower arm/wrist tattoos. Not because I think they’re wrong, but because the reality is twofold: 1.) at seventeen, do you really know what you want permanently on your body? and 2.) people do judge, whether they have a right to or not and I’d hate to see you lose a job opportunity because you decided to get “Respect” inked above your collarbone or along your forearm.
They usually listen to me politely and then do what they want… Once I ran into a former student who shared with me that he regretted the wrist tatt of his son’s name since now he has to wear a thick watch or long-sleeved shirts to work. He told me he wished he’d listened to me when I warned him against the tattoo when he was in high school. (I’m not making that up!)]
Anyway, this whole thing reminded me of a conversation I had with a student before Christmas:
Student (excitedly): Miss! I know what my next tattoo will be!
Me: What is it?
Student (pointing to his neck): I’m going to get “Mrs. Crumpett, I love you!”
Me: You better spell it right!
Student: Yeah! What do you think?
Me: Well, I’d take a picture of it–
Student: (Big grin)
Me: But then I’d openly mock you–
Class: (Raucous laughter)
Me: For getting THAT on your NECK!
Student: But MISSSSSS!! What are you going to do after I graduate?
Me: Breathe a sigh of relief?
Student: You won’t survive without me, you’ll cry everyday.
Me: Oh yeah, you so got that right.