Aunt Becky and I have the same topic today! Spooky.
J and I have begun watching the ink shows on TV. We prefer Miami Ink, but like seeing the differences of London Ink, although we both think poor ADHD Dan is getting a raw deal. We haven't seen LA Ink yet.
If you had asked me a few months ago if I would have enjoyed a tattoo parlor show, I, of the anti-reality show bent, would have laughed an awful lot. Now I find them compelling. Psychologically speaking, I guess I didn't fully realize the emotion associated with specific designs chosen or the timing of getting them inked. That appeals to the psychologist in me. Artistically speaking, the tattoo artist must merge the inner person with the outer vision. That appeals to the artist in me.
J draws constantly while he watches TV. It's one reason I don't mind him watching. One night during a Miami Ink marathon, he drew a tattoo for me. He envisions it going over my hip and onto my abdomen.
I appreciate the thought.
At least with his original tat, I wouldn't have this problem: