Let us all sit back and heartily laugh at this woman's pearl clutching over her adult son's first tattoo.

For three days, I can't speak to my son. I can hardly bear to look at him. I decide this is rational. The last thing we need, I think, is an explosion of white-hot words that everyone carries around for the rest of their lives, engraved on their hearts. In any case, I'm not even sure what it is I want to say. In my mind's eye I stand there, a bitter old woman with pursed lips wringing my black-gloved hands. He's done the one thing that I've said for years, please don't do this. It would really upset me if you did this. And now it's happened. So there's nothing left to say.

I seriously couldn't even deal. Like, my first instinct is to ACTUALLY POINT AND LAUGH at this woman. Good Lord...

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Side note: I changed my avatar. It was time. But since I see people's avatar as their "face" I figured it was only polite I let people know so they don't think I'm so weird imposter or something lol. It's the Archie-fied version of Mercedes from Glee!

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