“According to trends extrapolated from internet and cell phone data, the trend of vatooing started somewhere around Seaside Heights, New Jersey. Several young Italian-American girls of that area, mostly of high-school age, decided to get suggestive tatoos, placed as near possible to their pubic and compelling sin regions.”
This site is like the Onion, right? RIGHT?
By the time you’re an adult, you’re used to seeing friends disappear into their five-year plans. They drop out to get married, have babies, go to grad school, get divorced. They start a band or enter the penal system. They vanish for years at a time — some come back, some don’t. Some of them you wait for and some of them you let go.
Sometimes the only way they come back is in a song. Sometimes the song is the green light at the end of the dock, a sign that the dream we’ve been chasing is already behind us, in the past. Sometimes when a girl goes away, the conversation doesn’t end. You keep talking to her, just in case she can hear. So we beat on, boats against the current, borne ceaselessly back into Bryan Ferry.” —Rob Sheffield, Talking to Girls About Duran Duran