Showing posts with label tattoos. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tattoos. Show all posts

Monday, March 29, 2010

Just going to put this on the table...


I've been thinking a lot about sexism, and feminism a lot lately. And noticing some really bizarre patterns in my life that I guess I was a bit blind to until this point.


This weekend, I took my dad out to dinner. We went to a "sports bar" he diggs chicken wings he's a southerner after all. While waiting to get seated I put my name on the list, and stepped aside; had a bit of a wait. I was told how long it would be and that my name would be called when a table was ready. Standing near the host booth, I observed the way the man treated everyone in line after me. They were all male, and he asked each of them if they were there to eat, or for the fight. Now I am a girl, there with my dad, but I was the only one in the entire 45 minute period that was not asked if I was there for the fight. I was only there to hang with my pops and eat, but I still found it to be a bit rude that I was not asked. I'm not being sensitive here, I know most females don't enjoy this stuff but I do know plenty who do. When the majority of patrons are there for one of two things, why couldn't the question be voiced to all?


Today I've been talking with my best, about chicks with tattoos. I've come to learn the social stigma against tattoos for the most part is not very apparent in my daily life. Yeah my grandma still cringes when she sees 'em but I work a 9-5 in a semi corporate setting and have plenty of friends doing the same, with beautiful tattoos. But I am still awestruck by the fact that females, with tattoos often get looked at as sluts or easy. It just doesn't make sense to me. A man with a tattoo is fine and tough, and never a whore. This also doesn't give anyone who wants the open invitation to touch me. This is my body, I did decide to make it what I feel better to look at; but keep your damn hands off me. Just because I am the girl with tattoos in the bar, doesn't mean I would go home with you, when the wholesome girl in the pink polo wont.


I really never considered myself a feminist. Over the last 6 months or year, I've found myself more often defending my gender. I'm a strong independent female. It's just kind of strange, that just being that has to be labeled in such a way. Maybe it's the connotation that has always gone with the phrase, that makes me cringe a little (which is a whole other can of worms). Wanting to be looked at equally for many of the things am, I just find it a little silly that I would have to throw that label on myself. Tattooed, female, native, short, whatever else you want to throw in the mix. I've just felt a lack of respect from people around me, that I never really noticed before.


Well that's a lot to digest, and a little more serious then I tend to go on the internets. But hey sometimes you gotta get these things off your back. And my iChat partner in crime is away in a meeting. Damn.


Edit: Another shining example while we're at it. I went to lunch with one of my best friends yesterday, who happens to be a dude. When the bill came it was placed directly in front of him, no where near the middle of the table. It's 2010 who isn't going dutch?

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

black clover beerfest = best weekend ever

KCMO i think i love you.



annnnd tattoos.
the number are mine.

i have over three hundred photos from the weekend.
it might have been the best ever.
thank you black clover.

Friday, May 1, 2009

this one gets a little serious... too soon?



So I've never really been a girly girl.
I've never had the "white picket fence, two kids and a dog" dream.
I've been telling everyone for as long as I can remember I will  never have babies, at least not of my own.
And I don't really foresee myself getting married.

My mom finally accepted all of this about a year or so ago...
One day she just looked at me and said you know, I really don't ever see you getting pregnant.
That was a refreshing moment, you know moms with daughters who are in there 20s and 30s still single, renting and still "finding themselves" tend to get the "i want to be a grandma" hints a lot.
I'm pretty lucky to have parents who aren't pushy, friends who will have babies for me to spoil, and a way to keep my values the way I want them.

I never pictured myself in the white fluffy dress and walking down the aisle.
I've never had a song that will be played at my wedding.
I've never thought about who my maid of honor would be.

I never really cared about being a bride.
I don't understand the marriage thing - I've always lived by my own set of standards.
I don't think I will settle down with one man for the rest of my life.
I just don't see that as a logical plan for myself, maybe I'm way too independent, maybe I've never been "in love" maybe I'm completely fooling myself.
I just I don't like to fall into categories.
I like being simple and living right now.

That being said.
I am 100% completely obsessed with brides with tattoos.
I google them.
I have a folder of pictures.
I love them so much.








Wednesday, April 22, 2009

life is so good

I had the best weekend EVER in arizona.
I cleared my mind.
I hung out in sunshine and 90 degree weather.
I saw astronautalis and bluebird yet again.
I hung out with two of my favorite people in the entire world for 4 days.
I got this tattoo on my arm a week or so ago.
I love it.
I will be getting this tatto0ed on my arm in the next month or so.
Jamee whipped this little lady up in abut a half hour.
She is amazing.
I can not wait.


COME ON SUMMER.