According to In Touch Magazine, Casper Smart, not only got his penis inked, but got his “girlfriend’s name tattooed on [his] nether region.” According to a friend, “Casper surprised J.Lo with this token of his affection – and she was thrilled with the latest addition to his already inked-up body … Jennifer thinks Casper’s tattoos are sexy, but this one is her favorite, for obvious reasons … She loves it, and she loves him.”
Oh no. Fatal mistake. If this tidbit is true, Casper has just ensured himself a breakup. Getting a GF/BF’s named prematurely inked on your body (especially on the dick) is a very bad omen. That’s gonna suck getting that lasered off once Jennifer tells him that their relationship was just for fun. [WOW]
Once upon a time, there was girl who went to a tattoo shop with her mom … nope, from page one, this isn’t your typical picture book. Mommy’s New Tattoo: A Bedtime Story For People, by Levi Greenacres, is based on the author’s true story of growing up with a parent who has ink and then deciding, as a grownup, whether to get a tat too. Three tattoo artists from the Pacific Northwest are even featured in the book. Whether you’re trying to explain your own tattoo to a child in your life, or just looking for some quirky bedtime reading, think ink! [$15, BuyOlympia.com]
Dear Guy With Permanent Converse,
I don’t know who you are, but you may be my sole mate. What an innovative idea it was to get shoes tattooed on your feet! Just think, you’ll never be refused service at a fast food joint or a gas station ever again. Bonus points for choosing Converse. It speaks to your practical nature as Chucks never go out of style. And talk about commitment. Clearly you have no hangups in that department. I don’t know what kind of shoes I would want on my feet forever. Maybe heels so I’d never have to wear them again? It’s important for you to know that if you asked me to tattoo shoes on my feet, I would. We could roam the world together, barefoot (kind of).
Jennifer Lopez is nothing if not a master at changing her image and her look all the time. Like in the new video for her track with Wisin & Yandel, titled “Follow the Leader,” Lopez had “Lideres” — Spanish for “leaders” — faux-inked on her chest. She also had an elaborate skull/dragon/Ed Hardy design etched on her back. Of course, the tattoos aren’t real, merely character affectations for the video, but it would be pretty cool if J. Lo really did get a major chest piece done. Check out a shot of the huge back tat after the jump!
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When I think of locales that are likely to offer me an onslaught of body-related judgment, I think of the beach, the bar, and the gym. I mean, body judgment is incredibly pervasive, but all three of those places are renowned breeding grounds for intense figure scrutiny, comparisons, and body-snarking. Recently, I discovered that my doctor’s office should be added to the list. Doctors are supposed to support and encourage us as we attempt to balance healthy lifestyle decisions with actual life events and pressures. But our country’s current obsession with obesity as the big, bad, magically all-encompassing factor in good health means that doctors feel perfectly comfortable judging patients based on weight alone. As someone who sits right on the BMI border of normal-overweight, I can tell you that when I cross over, I get lectured. Even if my crossover is a mere pound. No fooling.
It irks me to feel evaluated based on my body’s shape and size at the beach, the bar, and the gym. But it infuriates me to feel evaluated based on my body’s shape and size at the doctor’s office because I’m being evaluated by someone who actually knows more about my body and its overall health than the average casual observer. And I started to wonder if there are ANY places and situations that feel completely free of body judgment. Keep reading »
This Taco Bell tattoo is amazing for many reasons. The whimsical cursive font. The colorful star border. The flirty placement on the right shoulder. But I must admit I’m worried about the ramifications of such a permanent ode to a fast food joint. I mean, what if one day she succumbs to the salty siren song of Long John Silver’s? Awkward. [Guest of a Guest]