Hey im really happy with what you said about that person who was ranting about octopus tattoos, me personally, I think octopi are beautiful creatures of the sea, there capable of so much and yet we havent even seen half of what they can do. I’m planning on getting an octopus tattoo, I use to only want stuff on my body that means stuff, until I figured why should I have to explain my reasonings on what tattoos i get on my body, I like them, shouldnt that be all that matters, cant a person simply get something because they like the look of it, nobody should care what somebody else has on their body, after all its on their body and thankfully not yours.
Long live the beautiful octopus, jelly fish, and squids!
What’s with all these tattoos of octopuses… octopi?.. and jellyfish?
Is that, like, the new tramp stamp? The new butterfly? The new I’m-A-Unique-Carefree-Little-Snowflake?
I mean nature’s cool and majestic and shit, but why get like the ugliest sea creatures on your body forever? You got a jellyfish on your inner thigh cuz they’re so pretty and deep? Um, no. They’re kinda interesting looking, but getting one on your body doesn’t make you some sooper-dee-dooper deep philosopher.
I don’t often editorialize here— I just stick to postin’ cute photos of octopodes and whatnot, as y’all know. But this post popped up under my tracked tags (under ‘octopus’, naturally)— and while everyone is entitled to their opinions, posting yours in a public forum is, I think, an open invitation for equally public responses. So. Does anyone know why on earth this person equates sea creature tattoos with philosophy in the first place? Did I miss that connection somewhere?
For all of you who have octopus (or jellyfish, or whatever) tattoos, did you think to yourself, “Yo, I’m a huge fan of Descartes— hmm I know, I’ll get an octopus inked on me!” or, “Let me express my existentialist beliefs through this squid tattoo!”
No? Just checking. I won’t deny that octopus tattoos & the like are a growing trend, but I’m also not going to fault anyone for it. When I was getting mine done last summer, one of the artist’s girlfriends was hanging around the shop & she said (knowing I could hear her, of course), “Octopus tattoos are the new owls, I guess.” I wanted to respond that her Sailor Jerry anchors & cherries & nautical stars weren’t exactly earth-shatteringly original either, but I’m of the belief that no one should have to justify their tattoo choices to others, especially total strangers. And anyway, to my amusement, everyone in the shop ignored her comment.
Asking people what their tattoos mean merits an eyeroll in itself (like they’re almost challenging you to come up with some deep explanation), but whenever someone asks me why I have an octopus tattooed on me, I tell them the unadorned, unglamorous truth: They’re my favorite animal, and (as you’ve seen on this blog), the possibilities for artistically rendering them in an interesting and eye-catching way are virtually endless. Why on my thigh? Because I have fucking nice thighs, and because the placement was perfect for the shape/size of it, and because my artist (whose opinion I unequivocally trust) agreed that it would be an excellent spot. And guess what? It came out lookin’ spectacular. And it’s not just an octopus tattoo, it’s my octopus tattoo. Custom-designed and custom-drawn for me. I love it now, and I’ll love it sixty years from now (if, err, I’m even still alive then.) I’m not sure what that has to do with Jean Paul Sartre, though.
I’m also not sure what being carefree or a snowflake has to do with it, but the irony of someone paraphrasing one of the most over-quoted, overrated authors (coughPalahniukcough) of our generation while attempting to make some incoherent argument about unoriginality is, like, totally delightful.