it is not kosher

It is not kosher to get a guys name tattooed on one’s own body.  I am likely one of the most easy going mother’s out there.  Of course it helps that my kid is in the US with my mother and I am here in Bombay trying to carve out some semblance of a career.  Sometimes I feel like that guy Stuart Smaley, “I’m good enough, and I’m smart enough and gosh darn it, People like me!” Except I’m sure they do, it’s just this thing I do so as to not appear humble.  But yeah, so I would totally draw the line at having some dude’s name etched on her body, it’s ick and it’s ick.  Yeah that’s about all the reason.  But if that kid is anything like her mom, she’s already squirrelly and I’m already too far behind.  No boys names kid? Ok?  I’ll let you get that septum piercing!

Names are not a good thing to get, on your body, particularly if they are not a memorial type deal. Neither are foreign names.  I had a very white woman, who was nice enough, tell me that her Zumba instructor’s name was Raja and that meant lion.  Cue frown, but I let it go..I mean if I sat down and righted every wrong thing a white person had said to me, we would never get past Indiana Jones and The Temple of Doom.  Snake surprise and chilled monkey’s brains haunted me.  Also the way my dad spelled yogurt, yoghurt and idiot blond geek in charge of typing up menu cards was all, “What’s this?”  Hey parents?  If you go to the states and there’s an international day thing..DO NOT SEND DAHI WADA.  Or any Desi sugary thing, fried cheese balls in sugar syrup?  Yeah..

Trust me on this.

So the tattoos.   For the sake of full disclosure, I got a commemorative tattoo recently, on my upper back. It was way too costly, so much so that I’m embarrassed to even say.   I do feel tremendous twinges of regret that this is what I picked, I should have just gotten some decorative thing.  The awful thing was that I don’t think it was appreciated for what it was and that sort of sucked.  But, I do like it, the ship looks rather steam punk and I dig it, it’s freaking different…just so goddamn high up on my neck.


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Relentlessly punctual, hedonist denim-head. Inked, vain, lover of shoes, clothes, and handbags, but mostly lost causes.

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