This, That and the Other
It appears that the great tidal wave of tattooing that swept and colored our
nation in recent years has crested and is flowing back into our vast cultural
ocean. What scientific evidence do I have that such a sea change is underway?
None, except my own gut instinct and what people are telling me, or more
accurately, not telling me.
In 2005, I wrote a column about tattoos flowering on the bodies of Americans
of all ages and walks of life and asked Up & Coming Weeklyreaders to tell me
about their tattoos, why they got them, and whether they were
happy with them.
My mailboxes, snail and electronic, overflowed.
I heard about tattoos commemorating romances,
friendships, births, deaths, religious experiences and self-love.
The one that made the most sense to me was a woman badly
injured in a car accident and unconscious for several days.
A medical bracelet identifying her as a diabetic was lost in
the crash, and while she was out cold in the hospital she was
given a glucose drip. She almost died not from her injuries
but from the glucose. Once she recovered, she headed for a
tattoo parlor and had “I am a diabetic” tattooed on her wrist,
confident that it would not come off in any future accident.
All who responded were satisfi ed with their tattoos,
although one young woman did confess to putting a bandage
strip over her ankle butterfly when she went to church.
Fast forward to another column on tattoo removal, which
was published last month, in which I asked readers to tell me
why they got tattooed and whether they still liked it/them.
A lone response arrived by snail mail.
It came from a charming-sounding correspondent I will call
“Marie,” a widow who gave her address as a local assistedliving
facility. Here is her tattoo story.
“After my husband died in 2003. I found a rebellious
independent streak. In 2006, I moved from California to
Fayetteville to be near my daughter. Having never lived in
South, I was amused by the culture. I noticed many smartlooking
women with tattoos and was told ‘It’s a culture thing.’
My daughter sported a red Phoenix bird wrapped around her
calf from her ankle to just below her knee. I thought her symbol of rising from
the ashes was bold and exciting.
“My icon was the peacock, and I decided to have a peacock feather
permanently etched into my thigh, customized with my grandchildren’s initials.
I was stunned when the process was completed. I expected peacock colors of
turquoise, emerald and mauve. Maybe something iridescent could be created.
The artistic liberties taken left me with an eight inch splash of red, yellow, blue
and black.
“Now in 2012 I’m thinking about removal creams. The thought of applying
acid to my skin sounds painful. At 65, I have enough pain without intentionally
adding more. Alas, I can’t afford laser (treatment).”
Fayetteville Plastic Surgeon Dr. Mark Miller, who once spent four hours
in the ER sewing up a wounded Precious Jewel, is no stranger to “Marie’s”
buyers’ remorse. He sees 20 or more patients a month seeking tattoo
removal, many in response to Army regulations not loving visible tattoos.
Says Dr. Miller, “Our tattoo laser gives very good results and in some
cases, we perform surgical excision….”
All I can say is “Yikes!”
• • •
We Americans love our rankings of who is on top and who
is rock bottom. The Robert Wood Johnson Foundation focuses
on health issues, and it recently studied health disparities
related to economics in North Carolina’s 100 counties.
Not surprisingly, our more affl uent urban areas — Wake,
Orange, Mecklenburg, Durham, Guilford and New Hanover
— ranked among the Top 10 healthiest counties to call home.
Cumberland County, also an urban county, came in at
63, behind our neighbors Moore (12), Harnett (44) and
Hoke (48), but ahead of Sampson (74), Bladen (97) and
Robeson (99).
Be thankful for all blessings.
• • •
Then there is the recent Mega Millions lottery, the biggest
ever at $640,000,000, a sum which sent much of our nation
into a dreamy ticket buying frenzy.
America is still waiting for the lucky winners to reveal
themselves — if required by their state’s laws, but whoever
they may be, they have got to be getting nervous
.
A childhood friend of mine actually won $1,000,000 in the
North Carolina Education Lottery, and she remains thrilled
with her lump sum payment, less than half of the original
$1,000,000. It is also true that every friend and relation
with even the most tenuous connection to her surfaced so
suddenly and urgently that my friend simply quit answering her
telephone. Months later, friends who hope to talk to her must
wait for her to return their call.
In the Mega Millions’ aftermath, I watched a television
talking head giving free advice to lottery winners.
Do not announce yourself.
If you are young enough, take annual payments, not the lump sum.
Get smart and experienced attorneys and accountants and have your
winnings legally squared away before anyone knows who you are.
Hear! Hear!
Photo: “Marie,” an Up & Coming Weekly reader, had hoped for a tattoo with bright colors like the one pictured above, what she got was something much different.