I think this qualifies for this thread:
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Eyeball tattoos could lead to blindness and severe infections, doctors warn
Ophthalmologists, tattoo studios decry risky practice, saying it's very difficult to engage in it safely.
A 24-year-old woman says she has learned the hard way about the risks of the procedure.
Catt Gallinger says she recently allowed someone to dye the white of her right eye purple, but has since developed major complications.
Gallinger does alternative modelling, a branch of modelling that features models who do not conform to mainstream beauty ideals and who often have body modifications.
She has currently lost part of the vision in her swollen, misshapen eye and is facing the prospect of living with irreversible damage.
"This is a very big toll on the mental health," she said in a telephone interview. "At this point, every day is different. Some days I feel a bit better, other days I kind of want to give up."
http://www.cbc.ca/news/health/tattoo-eyeball-1.4313440
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Is this the point where someone's defiance of "mainstream beauty ideals" crosses over from striking a blow against the tyranny of conformity to, well, being just plain dumb?
Back in the day you could grow out of your punk rock phase. You could leave the mohawk, pink hair, bizarre piercings and trousers held together with safety pins behind and, down the road, laugh at your high school photos with sentimental pleasure and nostalgia.
Then the tattoo craze went full mainstream in the 90s. Hands up anyone freed from mom and dad's strictures in 1994 who doesn't regret their tattoo(s)? My conservative, anecdotal estimate would be that 90% of forty-somethings wish to Christ they hadn't gotten that messianic barbed wire thing around their upper arm or that elaborate eagle across their shoulder blades that has become such an embarrassment. One of the most reliable growth industries these days is tattoo removal.
But the new trick is vision loss from injecting dye into your eyeballs. Where once you could chuckle at goofy haircuts from your bygone era, these days people are imprinted permanently with their youthful stupidity.
One of my favourite Who songs is "Tattoo." The wistful, beautiful harmonies are from a time when it was commonly understood that only the most rough and tumble jack-the-lads outside of a merchant ship would be permanently disfiguring their skin, but now the sentiment seems quaintly dated. Still, a very pretty song.
"Welcome to my life, tattoo
We've a long time together, me and you
I expect I'll regret you
But the skin graft man won't get you
You'll be there when I die"
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