The Sinos Infection has proved to be the occasion of revealing the true backbone of this country, like an X-ray which pictures the spine through the soft integument.
I’m kinda surprised at the tattoo parlor owners . If you think tattooing is a non-essential business, you have never been on a Caribbean cruise. ( I wrote about this in March, in a post titled Ink(an) Nation.) Believe you me, there is a vast stratum of our countrymen ‘n’ women who have made a vast investment of time and money in indelible body calligraphy to adorn their vast bodies . My BMD thinks the designs weren’t originally so large; they’ve expanded along with the flesh. But, if it’s true that people got needled back when they were young and slender, that only makes it more puzzling that young people of that social class aren’t out there demanding access to body art in defiance of the lockdown. The kids have a lot of catching up to do.
But nah: it’s…. the hairdressers!
Ready to dye for our freedom!
The cutting edge of resistance!
I mean this sincerely. These coiffeurs are very brave, especially in states like Pa which license every possible occupation, including even hair braiding . Their dearly-bought occupational licenses are, truly, the widow’s mite; they are extremely courageous to hazard them. As The Big Bad Wolf recently indicated , he can huff and puff and yank all professional and occupational licenses, if the little piggies won’t, ah, knuckle under…
Move over Antifa: pink is the new black.