Coincidental

During my nap-time internet-ing around (after I got pissed off at like the thousandth instance I've seen this week of "freedom of speech" related foolery) I happened to check and see what those crazy dinosaurs were up to.

It turns out, they were expressing the very sentiments I used to justify getting my first tattoo. Which I gave myself as a birthday present, nigh on 5 years ago today:




My actual words were: "Look, mom, if I ever become the sort of person who doesn't want a mermaid tattooed on her thigh, I don't want to know myself."



Half a decade and two degrees later, it's still true.