It's a well-established trend that many celebrities like to honor their children by getting special tattoos on their bodies. Angelina Jolie's tattoos are the geographical map coordinates accurately detailing the countries of birth of each member of her “rainbow family”. Soccer star David Beckham has the words has his sons' names tattooed around a crucifixion scene on his back while his wife, Victoria "Posh Spice" Beckham has five stars on her back (one for each member of the family.) Robert Downey, Jr. has his son's name, Indio, tattooed on his right bicep. And actor Johnny Depp, has tattooed portraits of his children, Lily-Rose and Jack, on his body? Could you be next?
Well, according to babycenter.com, more and more women are getting tattoos to honor their children: "These days, stretch marks are no longer the only permanent reminder of birth. "It's a way to embrace your parenthood," says Hannah Aitchison, a seasoned tattoo artist who co-stars in LA Ink, a reality series that premiered in August on the TLC Network."
Interestingly enough, a
news report from CNN reveals how tattoo remorse among some mothers is fueling a boom for cosmetic dermatologists. Many mothers who got tattoos in their late teens or early 20's now feel that the tattoos no longer suit their current lifestyles and new roles as mothers.
How about all of you? Do any of you have tattoos in honor of your children? If so, what are they? Do you have any tattoos that you now regret?
About MetroDad
I'm a French-named, speed-reading, former public policy analyst now trapped in the body of a Asian-American fashion executive. I've ridden elephants in Sri Lanka, imbibed snake venom in China, skiied the Italian Dolomites, eaten barbecue in Pakistan, travelled to every state except North Dakota, visited 28 out of 32 major league ballparks, worshipped at the altar of Graceland 5 times and have shut down most of the nightclubs in Paris. That being said, I still get lost every time I go through the Lincoln Tunnel.
It's safe to say that we'd probably get along if you can truly appreciate the real beauty in...a good Peking duck, Sunday's NYT crossword, nice manners, Scrabble, Law & Order, spontaneous travel, Otoro, Jim Jarmusch, Tabasco sauce, Morrissey, Haruki Murakami, Peets coffee, Radiohead, listening to baseball games on the radio, Thievery Corporation, X-Men comics, fresh powder, Southern BBQ, Christopher Hitchens, bloomin' onions, mid-century design, the warmth of a good scotch, a great day spent fishing where you didn't catch a damn thing...
On a related note, I'd like to believe that I probably have absolutely nothing in common with another human being who really loves any of the following: pro bass fishing on tv, NASCAR, low carb Cabernet, Kathey Griffin, Microsoft, the Olsens, Applebees, Jessica Simpson, romance novels, tofu bacon, Pamela Anderson, ballet, "Survivor" or HUMMERs. Similarly, I could also never be friends with someone who mixes up "they're", "there", and "their". I will give you a smidge of credit if you know the difference between "if" and "whether". But if you leave any participles dangling, we're breaking up.
In conclusion, let me just say...
Lex clavatoris designati rescindenda est.
(The Designater Hitter Rule has got to go)
