"We All Need To Admit That America Has A Tattoo Problem"
"If tattoos were once an act of rebellion against cultural norms, now they are a well-established norm. If you want a tattoo, hey, it’s a free country. But it seems many people still get them laboring under the delusion that they’re a hallmark of individualism. The desire to use visual signals on your skin to proclaim yourself unique to people you don’t even know can’t be terribly healthy."
Immaturity is where everyone seeks desperately to be a uniquely rugged individualist through production line similarity. Cookie cutter people who wear the same clothing, get the same tats, cut and color their hair identically do not arouse the suspicion of individuality, rugged or not.
And what's up with wearing fishing tackle piercings in the face and head? Some of these people look like refugees from a youth casting derby. I am waiting for the honest story: "Well, I was at the casting derby, when Daryl cast his worm bait, and it hooked me in the eyebrow, then my other brother Daryl case his spinner bait and it hooked me in the other eyebrow. It hurt too much to pull'em out, so I just left 'em and cut off the fish line. I like the way the spreaders separate the sinkers!"
"Maybe your uncle’s career as a salesman at IBM didn’t exactly scream international man of mystery, but when he wore the wifebeater at family cookouts you just knew that guy had some tales to tell about what happened on shore leave."
Today one equally knows that the Millennial with the elaborate self-glorifying tattoo got it to show he did something "really cool" in a video game discontinued half a decade or more. If you ask, you will be stuck sitting through the whole boring story. "And then this BuckSaw came out of the APC, so I shot him in the head. Then this other BuckSaw came out of the APC, and I shot him in the head. Then this other, other BuckSaw came out of the APC, and I shot him in the he. . . " Then I killed the little bastard, skinned him, and wore him like a skin suit.
In 40 years, there are gonna be a lot of mealy, paunchy, gray people, with indistinct, washed out tats and pock market post-tackle faces still living the "glory days." Or something.
There is only a trivial hope the dude in the link below will ever live to watch his tattoos and bulk fad into a gloppy mess, but if he makes it, it will be epic! He is a trope unto his own.
Florida Man - Better Living Through Chemistry: Induced Coma edition