Ever the diligent blogger that I am, every little bit of miscellanea that I read goes through the do-my-readers-need-to-know-about-this filter. So, naturally, as I read about the latest technological breakthrough in tattoo-ery on Engadget, this post began its journey from the dark recesses of my mind to the Web.
Apparently, someone’s come up with tattoo ink that can be gotten rid of with a single laser treatment, instead of the four or five it takes to banish a traditional tattoo. Awful idea, right? Shyah. Woeful abuse of scientific knowledge sure to have devastating effects on society at large? Clearly.
So I was workin’ out just how—exactly—to say that only in a funny, touching way … like I do. I was all ready to draw parallels to other evidence of our increasingly disposable society … designer babies, fair-weather marriages, yada yada. But in just ten little words:
“choose your tattoo carefully, and wear it with pride. pussies.”
Boynamedsue reminded me that sometimes the most effective argument is a swift kick to the teeth … followed by the word “pussies.” (So much for my “out, out, damned spot” quote.)
[...] Inspired by Boynamedsue’s mastery of all things concise, I have—at long last—developed a sure-fire way of telling if you or someone you love is a member of Generation X. (This, of course, means that—if male—this person should also have full and bushy eyebrows. Joey Lawrence, are you listening? Oh, it’s probably too late for him anyway. Those things don’t always grow back ya know.) [...]