Happy St. Patrick’s Day from My Ass Tattoo

There is a reason you have to be 18 years of age to get a tattoo. There are certain things you learn about yourself as you get older that tend to inform your choices.

Picture it, Michigan, mid-to-late 90’s. A young girl is infatuated with a far-off land called Ireland. She wears green. She listens to the Cranberries. She purchases Gaelic language cassettes so that one day she can return to the mother country and speak like a local.

But most importantly, she gets the ubiquitous shamrock tattoo to celebrate her own partial-Irish heritage and her complete and total commitment to all things Irish.

Where does a young woman get a shamrock tattoo you may ask? Well, if she is super classy she gets it on her bottom.

For a while, she keeps it a secret. She tells no one of her shamrock tattoo until one day, her mother spies a single green leaf peeking out from the waistband of her low-hanging raver jeans.

And tells her that she’s Scottish.

That young girl was me – and that shamrock tattoo is a reminder to always do your research before you ink a deal.

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