I have a big old armband tattoo on my left arm, which I got when I was a young and foolish teenager. By some miracle I managed to choose a design I still love to this day, which is sort of amazing considering my hobbies at the time, which mostly involved ringing my eyes with black Wet N' Wild eyeliner while listening to The Cure and despairing about how no one understood me. I mean, clearly I dodged a bullet there, I could easily have ended up with a large rose-thorn covered skull or possibly an ode to Anne Rice permanently etched into my skin.I may as well confess that I also imbibed in an illegal substance or three during my teen years, skipped more classes than I attended, snuck out of my house at night in order to make out with boys of questionable character, and generally drove my mother straight around the bend. I'm sure I was an absolute misery to my entire family during that period, a fact I am only starting to truly appreciate (and regret) now that I have my own children whose future I fervently hope does not include ANY of the activities I used to engage in.
For those of you whose past includes more than a few youthful indiscretions, do you think it will be easier or harder to help your children avoid a similar path? It's funny, I've turned exactly into the sort of person I used to rebel so heartily against: specifically, the sort of person who would lose their effing MIND if their kid came home with an arm tattoo.







1. I don't know if it will be easier to keep them out of trouble or not. My parents were VERY naive and had little exposure to the "culture" I had immersed myself in. ( I followed Phish and had dreadlocks for Pete's sake!) I like to think I could at least spot it if my kid was on something, but I have had employees who were on some of the same stuff I thought I could spot from a MILE away and I had NO CLUE.
I guess all I can do is bombard them with the knowledge my parents didn't have, and pray they listen before something too terrible happens to them.
We all know deep in our hearts that our kids will have a mind of their own and we can only give them the gift of knowledge, then lock them in a cage in the basement wrapped in bubble wrap and duct tape with a giant hamster wheel for exercise and a big enough slot to get food in. And Hardy boy books. And Highlights magazine.
Posted at 12:13PM on Mar 20th 2008 by kim