On being spineless over a skull

For a very long time I’ve wanted a sugar skull tattoo. But for all the research I’ve done, and all the personal meanings the symbol has, I’m still a white Jewish woman and I worry to get such a tattoo would be appropriative and insensitive.

Yeah, okay. What the fuck do you want from me? I’m not here to give you permission, nor am I here to give you the strength of your bland and unimaginative convictions. This is your decision.

The real problem is that you’re a weak and shallow person who’s terrified of what other people think. You’re afraid to just admit that you want a sugar skull tattoo because it looks cool, so you did a little research and invented some flimsy personal meaning to try and justify it.

You’re full of shit. Go ahead and admit it. Have the fucking integrity to recognize that your attachment to Day of the Dead iconography is purely aesthetic, and at the end of the day, all you’re doing is following a trend.

Yes, the tattoo would be culturally appropriative, and yes, a few social justice warriors might call you insensitive. So fucking what? Just because you’re a white Jewish woman doesn’t mean you’re relegated to tattoos of Martha Stewart and matzah ball soup.

Tattoo whatever stupid bullshit you want onto your thin, pasty skin. Or don’t. Honestly, I don’t give a fuck. Either way, grow your own fucking spine. No one else can do it for you.


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