Giant. I said it's GIANT.

So let's talk about the rather large tattoo I got.

I didn't really say anything to people whose opinions I care about, for the most part. Like, for instance, I didn't tell my Mom or my sister (!). I didn't mention it to my aunts or cousins last weekend. I didn't mention it to Cheshire Cat on Sunday, I really did not say anything at work to The President, no notice to Banana Payroll, no mention of it to Redheaded Stepsister.

I DID tell:

A) those whose opinions I care about but who also definitely wouldn't judge me, like Thinky Face and Fancypants and all the Squirrel girls (who mostly have tattoos and some of them very large). I told KTO in Ohio. I may have told Southern Belle in passing. I told the Starlet and Heartwarmer, mostly because they live with me and were probably going to notice one way or another.

B) people whose opinions I couldn't give a damn about. I showed a bunch of people at work who I just met (but have been cautious to avoid the Pres and the cute art director). I told everyone about it at Otto's last Friday, and some of those are people who irritate me on their good days - most of them I don't even really know very well. Since I got it I've been yammering about it nonstop to bank tellers and people on the subway and friends from long ago who I IM out of nowhere just so I can blabber on about my awesome tattoo (not a true story, but I'm considering doing that now so I can make it true, because it's funny).

Okay, now why?