Jirre ouens.
With most movies these days being as k@k as they are, I find myself scrolling through Tinder sometimes while some woke trash plays itself into uncaring fulfilment in the background. Obviously it's just for entertainment, dating apps are cancer if you actually think you're going to get something out of it.
But, I just need to get this off my chest:
Girls, the mad rush in the past ~20 or so years to stamp and trace the living "individual" sh*t out of yourselves really did a number on you. Fashion-trending your f**ing skin with tattoo's was the ultimate k@k idea.
Dearlord, these women look utterly atrocious now, even the good-looking ones who thought it was a fantastic idea to turn themselves into multicoloured clowns by stamping trends, thoughts, patterns, ideas, memories and godnows what else into their skin permanently... and it doesn't take much time to realise you're kinda f**ed now, especially when they hit their 40's, there must be a reason every second one is covered in bumper stickers and still single, even if they're attractive. The causation/correlation argument isn't even relevant, the tribe has spoken, or at least, many of us are, you'll find us swarming under that rock you're not strong enough to lift, even with all those masculine tats (yes, it includes the f**ing butterfly and the Ivy leaf)
No decent guy looking for anything other than a cheap low-resistance f**k is going to go all-in to win some leathery sleeved boss b**h who looks like she spent her 20's leopard crawling through an oil spill to rinse off that bukkake, and you just know when you see them their financial situation, or lack thereof, correlates closely to the fuzzy edge dissipation on those black skidmarks.
I took a massive societal knock on occasions over the past 25 years because I always told people, friend of girlfriend, what I thought about their tattoos or their idea of getting them, and dear lord, do people get upset when you're being honest on this topic (Typical case of "don't ask me if you've already decided what you want me to say" situations).
But, I was always wondering when this day would come and for me, in my middle age, it's finally here, I now get to see the regret and fallout play out in real-time and the only occasional frustration I have, other than sexual, is not getting that "told you so" moment.
I'm actually seriously considering telling my nephew I'll sponsor him an interest free loan so he can start a tattoo removal business as a sideline thing so he can pay me off and shove me a small revenue percentage in future on the financial killing he's likely to make, the amount of regret money on the table in the coming years is going to be insane.