Friday, December 16, 2011

No one wants to see your rose tattoo on your ankle you fucking slag.



My awareness of increasingly categorized people as a "well being" collective for example; are frightening. What I mean by this is, that by simply wearing Hardtail and carrying a $65 yoga mat with you, drinking green tea infusions and breathing properly for 1 hour somehow has constituted "health", inducting one into the "holistic health" community.
But alternative health is not the only category. To my horror and ever massing dismay, a show performed in the manner of Project Runway, Accessory etc..will air in January about "ink." The terms & slang associated with tattoos now a days are some of my worst pet peeves. They are as follows: ink, tats, guns, sweet ink, nice ink, tatty etc...
The notion that a group of people set on distancing themselves from the normal flow and hum drum of everyday conformity has become safe, somewhat accepted, (but not accepted enough for it to plow into professional everyday life) and not promulgated like Princess Di's death.




These collective communities are fucked. These are the very wishful wasps and yuppies who lack creativity, moxy and most of all character who after Ritz cracker & caviar infused dinner parties discuss how they need to change up their group of "friends" and they end up infiltrating "outside" plots of folks they find more "interesting."


To all the insidious douche bags pre-ordering Rodney Yee's new DVD, the fucktard booking their piddly flash Gothic cross tattoo with their dead relative's name in it, to the mid life crisis couple befriending lesbians; we would all be thrilled if you would go fuck yourselves, your intervention is not needed. We are not here to provide the missing link in your life nor bring you into ours. Just keep doling out "chicken nuggets" to your kids, going to Asbury Park and other collective "hot spots" on the weekend and crying yourself to sleep in your own backyard.





Many Thanks.