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i’ll never get why some people are offended by tattoos im just trying to understand how you could see a flower on someones arm and think WOW I’M REALLY ANGRY AND DISTURBED
I don’t know if this person can do job they have flower on arm and I am worry
The only, ONLY time I have ever understood this is at the place I work.
I work with kids with a variety of physical and intellectual disabilities. Many of them just don’t understand tattoos and often find people with tattoos scary (from their POV it’s like “why is his arm the wrong color? Is it really an arm? Oh god, if it’s not an arm, what is it? Don’t let it touch me!” but on an instinctual level).
Or also, some kids with sensory processing differences find they literally cannot look away from the tattoo. The tattoo becomes the only thing they can see. They’ll sit there and watch that tattoo for as long as the tattoo is there to watch. Their eyes just get stuck on this random patch of color.
So yeah, for kids with disabilities like this, I understand the cover-your-tattoo rule.
Literally every other job has no excuse. What, I can’t work a computer/phone/register because I’ve had a picture painted on my skin? In what world does that make sense?
one of my favorite things is how people talk to themselves in tumblr tags, taking this space designed for metadata classification and using it as a form of parenthetical speech. those grey little tags feel so cozy, a whispered dimension to the flat communication of the net