We're all in a time where just about every person you or I know have tattoos. With that amount of people using their skin as an avenue for art, a lack of originality is soon to follow, rather has arrived. Whether it be theme, placement, color, font vs picture or whatever else you can imagine most tattoo havin' folk (I'm certainly no exception) strive for something unique.
This was all just a build up for me to say that I really admire men and women who pride themselves in the culinary arts. Namely the ones who can not only prepare a delicious and beautifully put together gourmet dish, but are riddled with tattoos of rutabagas, spinach leaves, broccoli, beets, steaming pots of delectable treats etc.
I suppose it's not really all that different than a sailor getting sparrows or stars... wait that's not true at all.
Maybe a gear head/ mechanic getting an engine, a wrench, or a can of old tyme oil... hmmm that's taken.
Come to think of it I've never seen a doctor with a stethoscope tattooed on his or her neck. I Haven't met a dolphin trainer with sleeves of sea life specific to the Pacific Ocean. Nor have I met the aquaintance of an astronaut with the milky way galaxy (in mobile form) portrayed in a back piece.
Perhaps there is still hope for originality. Ever met a military diver with the familiar Diver/SEAL phrase "hooyah" on their arm? Few have.
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