Usually I think to myself that these young people will be sorry they went down this road when they are old and grey and will regret making such a mistake in their youth. However, if the majority of this generation do have tats and piercings, can't you just see them in Nursing Homes when they are in their eighties and nineties with wrinkled skin and wrinkled tats too I imagine. Probably it will be just the norm down the track and not something that will be regretted at all.
Of course, I look at such things from the viewpoint of a person in their late sixties who was growing up at a time when only sailors had tattoos and 'cheap' girls had pierced ears after they had taken to their ear lobes with hot needles.
Life was so much simpler then and they seemed (but weren't always as we now know) to be innocent times. We used to holiday at Redcliffe and slide down wooden slippery slides and hope we didn't get a splinter in our bottom. My older brothers probably went down with me to make sure their baby sister made it to the bottom safely.
Our school days were fairly enjoyable apart from getting 'the cuts' if we were naughty and you didn't have to do much to be considered naughty. We would try and stifle our giggles if the teacher would break a ruler on the palm of our hand but there were no giggles when she used the feather duster. My my, that really stung! Today that would be considered to be a form of child abuse I guess but it was just how things were in those days and we just took it in our stride. We have discussed the way we were treated at school in recent class reunions and none of us who have joined in such discussions feel that we suffered any after effects and we certainly learned to behave :-)
When thinking about what it was like when we became teenagers and whether we were influenced by radio, TV (which was only just becoming popular where we lived in the country) and magazines, we definitely were. We were all crazy about the Beatles and I remember when they came to Brisbane they were pelted with eggs. I had a crush on Paul McCartney and I wrote to him and apologised that someone had been so rude. To this day I have no idea where I sent the letter to as there was no internet in those days where I could find out contact details of Fan Clubs etc. A couple of years ago I found out who the culprits were when Bob Katter, a controversial federal politician, confessed in an interview that he and some other Uni students had done the deed. Ha ha! Why am I not surprised!
After leaving school with the majority of our class at 15, jobs were plentiful so we had a few years to save for going overseas which was a goal a lot of us had. Well, going 'overseas' in those days included going to New Zealand as you didn't need a passport in the 1960s so as soon as we turned 18 a friend and I jumped on a dreadfully rocky ship and endured three days of sea sickness before we arrived in Auckland. The ' thing to do' was to get a job in one of the tourist hotels which we had organised before we left home. That was a bit of a shock for me as I had never been taught to cook or do housework for some reason so I had to learn very quickly how to make a bed and vacuum the floor properly. I did vacuum up one of the boss's ties at one place we were working. I am not sure if he missed it. Oops!
So after all this looking back and pondering about whether I was influenced by the fashion of the day, I guess I would have to say I was to a certain extent. If tattoos were the norm back then, would I now be sporting one today? I wonder....I guess I will never know. I just hope it cools down soon. My brain needs a rest :-)