If I was a famous author I would publish a book with ten different endings which all went to print with varying degrees of rarity, but not tell the fans about it so that I could watch their confusion as they disagree over how the story ended. Then when they figured it out I would ‘come clean’, telling them that I had released eleven alternate endings and watch them panic again as they all try to find the last ending.
Here are all the illustrations I’ve done for Inconnu Magazine so far. They’re so fun to work with! As you can see, my style varies depending on what I feel is right for the written piece. I’ve been doing a lot of black-and-white for them lately, though, so I think I’d like to be more colorful for later pieces.
Cannot wait until closed minded society like this is whittled down.
Mate she’s the biggest cunt
I’m so glad this is finally the view shared on national television
I was a Disney Princess and all round entertainer with a visible hand tattoo. I honestly wish i hadn’t missed this on This Morning. I am currently a Carer for various people. Within the next five years I will be a childrens psychologist. So really, No tattoo’s don’t effect work.
What an ignorant, dumb, grisly old woman.
OMG. I want to punch her in the face. I got my first tattoo when I was 17, I now have loads of visible tattoos. I have been employed by several different people, nobody has ever refused me a job because of my tattoos. I have worked in a cafe, in retail and in care work. Tattoos don’t effect your ability to work hard! I hate narrow minded people.
this actually turned me into jo-hulk when i saw it on tv recently!!! i’ve seen other interviews etc with her about different topics and shes just so closed minded and stupid!!! ignorant and the way she talks down to the woman with the tattoos! so disrespectful!!!!
Oh Jesus I am so angry ._.”
Its your personal opinion. I’m sure Kate has had work done on her face. Would u tell your children to get cow poison jabbed in their faces? My mother has a tattoo and only didn’t want me to get them BC in her little baby and didn’t want me to get hurt. If you think we want attention then why when a tattooed person gets comments even good ones seems shy n wanting to move on. Shut your trap. You don’t like it. Don’t look at it. Your ugly hair offends me. Twat
I do wish Katie W. had been a bit less flustered. Oh well, it’s to be expected. I think Katie H. honestly dug her own grave with this, though. Her arguments against tattoos came down to this:
Tattoos make her uncomfortable. She has little respect for people with tattoos. She does not want to be around people with tattoos. She thinks people with tattoos are uneducated and/or unintelligent.
So basically, she’s saying that because she doesn’t respect tattooed people, people should therefore not get tattooed. She essentially admits, albeit unknowingly, that she’s the one with the problem and that she’s the one with the prejudice, yet feels that she has no reason to change and that everyone else should adapt to fit her model.
Sorry, I didn’t realize we all had to check in with Katie H. to make sure she was comfortable with our life choices and that we weren’t ruffling her precious feathers too much. Apologies.
Whenever people get shitty about my tattoos, I ask them this: How do you feel about cosmetic surgery? Nose jobs, where they break your nose and smush it into a different shape? That’s okay with you? How about inserting foreign objects into your boobs to make them bigger? Totally fine? How about injecting botulism into your face?
But you know what? If someone wants to do any of the above, has come to the conclusion that this is the right choice for their bodies free of societal or peer pressure, for themselves, and is making an informed and safe decision, then I’m not going to judge them either. It’s their body, they can do what they want with it. I might not get it, but then I don’t have to.
It should also be said that the stigma against tattoos is rooted in classism and racism. Tattoos were viewed in recent history as being something that undesirable people did—namely working-class people, sex workers and “savages.” If you associate tattoos with these people, you might have some shit to unpack. (Oh, and lots of cultures, including European ones, have practiced tattooing through the ages.)
I did like how the hosts handled her, though. They seemed to think she was self-righteous, defensive (“I hope it’s not *my* lipstick!”), and narrow-minded and were pretty up front about it. I admired that they seemed respectful of tattooed people. The third host, who read the comments, stated flat-out that she was glad that more viewers sided with Katie W.
In conclusion, Katie H: Stop giving a shit about the things people do that have no bearing on you personally. I could tell you that your dress was a horrible choice, but that would be petty and meaningless. If you’re worried about kids making bad choices under the influence of celebrities, maybe you should talk about things that actually matter, like substance abuse and domestic violence and oppressive statements and actions.
Lewis’s law is an observation she made in 2012 that states “the comments on any article about feminism justify feminism.” Lewis has written frequently about misogynist hate directed at women online.
Only two people have ever gotten angry when I drew their pictures: a Moroccan religious fundamentalist and a New York City cop.
I was 19 when I sat sketching in Fez’s Old City. I came to Morocco with a hallucinogen-chomping writer and an orientalist streak as deep as Fez’s open sewers. I abandoned both by the end of the trip. Besides motorbikes and street harassment, Fez’s main sounds were those of tour groups clomping toward their guide’s carpet shop. I didn’t want to be like them.
Tour groups took photos. They’d jam cameras into someone’s face. Before their subject could respond, they’d run off, happy to have proof that they’d stood somewhere quaint.
I’d curl up on filthy steps with my sketch pad. Street kids watched. Drawing was a monkey dance to prove that despite my dopey American face, there was still a skill I could rock. I’d draw the street kids. They’d scamper away with my sketches.
The man who didn’t like my drawings had the long gray beard of the religiously devout. One morning he ripped my drawing from my hands and shredded it with a satisfied grunt. Dopey-American-style, I burst into tears.
A decade later, I sat next to journalist Matt Taibbi in a New York misdemeanor court, watching a judge pressure brown men into plea bargains for walking their bikes on the sidewalk. I drew the cop who was guarding the courtroom. He looked as pink and shiny as a boil. The cop stormed over. “What are you doing?” he hissed.