There are many cultural traditions that I enjoy very much. Some related to specific holidays. such as putting up a Christmas tree, trick-or-treating on Halloween, etc. But if I’m remembering correctly, none of those traditions are original to my country, the United States. Many of the things we do here that can be considered “traditional” have been brought over from other countries. And that’s o.k. because we are truly a nation of immigrants. The Native American tribes are probably the only ones that have traditions that are truly from this country.
In the interest of identifying one cultural tradition that I love, even if it’s not from my country originally, I’m going to have to say that currently, I really love tattoos. That’s no secret if you’ve read my posts lately. Today is another day where I will be participating in this tradition, which Google tells me originated with people who are Polynesian, Maori, Native American, Egyptian, Asian, and Japanese. There’s interesting information about what kind of tattoos in those cultures are and what they represent.
The tattoos I’m getting today don’t represent anything too serious or spiritual. One is a memorial piece to my dearly departed kitty, Faye. It will involve her paw print from the vet when I put her down, a wire hanger, and rainbow colored flowers to represent the Rainbow Bridge, which I suppose could be spiritual too, but certainly not in the way tattoos in other cultures are spiritual.
The other piece I’m getting is a tribute to Betty White, for whom I named my perimenopause rage. I posted about it on Threads and the comment section was quite entertaining with women trying to guess what it was going to be. I saw suggestions of a herring being shot out of a cannon (from a St. Olaf story she told on the Golden Girls), a table with a cheesecake (also from the Golden Girls). A couple people suggested it might be a vagina from the time she talked about how we shouldn’t say, “grow some balls” because of how weak and sensitive they are. We should instead say, “grow a vagina” because “those things take a pounding”. Gotta love the wisdom of Betty White. Someone else suggested it was going to be a baby crocodile, which would have been such a good idea because Lake Placid is the first movie I saw her in where I realized she is much more savage than her sweet, innocent Rose character. But alas, it is not a baby crocodile, though if the piece comes out big enough, I might go back later and have one added.
My appointment is at 12:30 today, and as always, I will most definitely share the finished pieces when I get home.
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