Comments on I Love Poetry! (That Looks Infected...)

Too bad she didn't put a link to her Myspace profile at the end.

It doesn't look infected; it looks like a fresh tattoo. I guess you don't have any, Mr. Constant?

She needs to drop about 15 pounds...

Not infected, fresh. The skin is annoyed by the persistent poking by a small comb of needles...and the rubbing of paper towel over the annoyed area.

You can't have an infection right when the tattoo is done. It takes a little while.

cue "The More You Know" music.

Tramp stamps and muffin tops: a match made in college.

Ugh. Imagine having to read that every time you want doggy style.

@2: I figured it might be fresh, but accuracy had to take a back seat because the headline just...called to me. And, nope, I don't have any tattoos--I can't really see spending that much money on my own skin. But after finding this picture, if I ever get a tattoo, I know what it'll be.

I wonder what that fatty is thinking when the drunken frat boy or her dad is giving her the ole meat stick to her up the pooper.

Deeper into the grave, everyday...

Damn, what a depressing victim of sexual abuse.

I'd like to see all of you take that same position and then we can take potshots at how your waistline looks.

Confidential to the subject: if you wanted to bring the frenzied rush to coitus in a dorm room to a screeching halt, this should succeed quite nicely. Nothing says "let's fuck" more than poetry about death tattoed above your ass.

*tattooed.

The font is even uglier than the flowers.

I may be more pretentious than the next guy (and the guy after that, and . . . ), but I actually find poetry about death directly above the ass kind of hot.

And . . . muffin top? FATTY?!?! I'd say you guys have a pretty screwed up set of body shape expectations.

guaranteed, any guy who gets to the see this in a dorm is not going to be turned off by her shape, the font, or the flowers.

Is it still a "tramp stamp" if it's, like, sort of artistic?

All tramp stamps are sort of artistic.

Nice. Reading that poem would delay ejaculation even better than thinking about baseball.

#3 is insane, or gay.

#9 is also insane, but we knew that.

Did they photoshop out her ass crack? And where the hell is her spine?

Sweet jeeeesus, y'all are harsh. She's not fat (yep, the chairs are awkward), the tat is actually well done, and I'd presume, from the content, well thought out.

As a former tattoo shop employee and possessor of my own full back piece (and yes, I've used the line "At least I gave you something to look at while you're back there")...this is far from the worst piece of ink I've ever seen.

If you guys correct your Venn diagrams that have an intersection of "People who have tattoos" and "Ignorant morons," I'll change the one I have that has "People who hate tattoos" overlapping "Snooty douchebags thinking they're hilarious."

What Karla said. You know the difference between people with tattoos and people without? People with tattoos don't care that you don't have any. We don't give a rat's ass how you do or do not decorate your own body.

If I never hear the expression "tramp stamp" again, I'll be a happy person. What an idiotic way to categorize a body decoration. Lower back is a traditional place for tattoos because it's an attractive part of the female body, is a good canvas for a large piece of art, isn't a horribly painful place to tattoo, and can be discreetly covered when so desired.

thats a huge tramp stamp. Tattoos are very very stupid.

"People with tattoos don't care that you don't have any."

That is false.

You can tell by her small waistline that she's not fat. Below that are what we call "HIPS". Women have them. They are not a sign of obesity; they are a sign of femininity. She's a WOMAN. A curvy, and from what little I can see of her, beautiful one at that.

You can tell by her small waist that she's not fat. What you see below it are what we call "hips". Most (healthy) women have them. She's not obese; she's curvy. Sexy too (from what little I can see of her).

Sorry about the double-post. Microsoft sent me an error message and kicked me out in the middle of the first one, and when I went back to Slog it hadn't posted.

I beg to disagree fnarf; those pseudo-celtic thornbush things are probably the most UNartistic designs I could possibly imagine.

Why does this poem sound like an ode to Anal sex?

"Down, down, down into the darkness... but I do not approve. And I am not resigned."

I'm getting fucking tired of stupid tattoos.

However, I am delighted that millions of people are going to regret them when they're in their 40s and 50s.

I'd hit that.

It's not the piece of poetry about death that would stop my "frenzied rush to coitus" with this darlin', it's the sentiment: "I do not approve. And I am not resigned" --to the fact that everyone dies.

Perhaps I'm reading Millay wrong, but "not approving" of death, and "not being resigned" to the inexorable reality of your own death is just a pointless perspective to hold on to.

Ok, she's young and possibly feels immortal now... but will her opinion change in 40 years when she's creaky and death seems more like a big relief from mortal pain?

I for one wouldn't want to spend the time with her to find out.

That writing will be one big blurry mess in 30 years.
There is something to be said for a body that has no tattoos.
I have seen bad tattoos and I have seen good tattoos but mostly bad.
I had many piercing done way back but took them all out in 1993 and also stopped entertaining the idea of a tattoo.
You either like them I guess or hate the whole mainstream boring look of it.
Another thing! The last thing I would get tattooed would be some fucking Gerber daisies.

#30: I could be wrong, but I think Millay wrote this mostly in response to losing friends and lovers during World War I. You don't have to believe in your own immortality to have trouble resigning yourself to the unnecessary deaths of so many very young people.

Fuck her in the ass and wipe your dick off on her hair.

Now THAT is all that a woman is good for.

I'm sick of tattoo criticism. It's about as sophisticated as being preoccupied with the decor of other peoples' apartments or the brand of clothing they wear.