Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Too many belts, not enough onions


Tattoos are the emblems of our age. They bristle from the biceps of men in summer shirts, from the lower backs of women as they ascend stairs, from the shoulders of basketball players as they drive toward the basket, and from every inch of certain celebrities. The tattoo is the battle flag of today in its war with tomorrow. It is carried by sure losers.

I find it shocking... absolutely shocking... that Richard Cohen talks about tattoos like an old man.