Based around the column "Trevor's Travels" published each Sunday in the San Bernardino Sun, with some detours along the way.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
It seems that tattoos are a part of modern life and if I were young today, I wonder if peer pressure would mean I too would have one? It's not a happy thought. I can't think of any design that I would want to have on me for life. Then there is the etiquette of dealing with tattoos in a new relationship. Suppose you were confronted with this on disrobing. What are you supposed to
say? One could hardly ignore it, but it could somewhat upset the proceedings a little. Then there is the problem of how much applause you should pour on. Too little and you come off like a boor; too much and the entire episode is turning into an art show which maybe nobody wanted. All very confusing, but I do hope the wearer gives a warning.
I remember once visiting a female executive in a bank in Bahrain. It was a Wednesday and although very Arabic, she was dressed in basic business style - very western. I returned on the Sunday - the Muslim weekend having occurred in between. She was as she appeared earlier. However her hands were heavily tattooed. Naturally my eyes were drawn to the sight but I didn't say anything.
The friend I was staying with told me that the tattoos were in fact henna and would wash off eventually in about a week. But they were there as she no doubt had been to a big party in the desert. It was a strange business though, and led me to recall the old saying or one slightly changed: You can take the girl out of the desert.... well, you know the rest.
Being a rather shallow person the sight of the tattoos did somewhat alter my feelings towards the exec.