Kat Von D and tattoo artists of her ilk are so yesterday. (Yes, I realize that saying “so yesterday” is…like…so yesterday, but whatever).
Human branding isn’t new, but in recent years it’s grown in popularity as an alternative to the been-there, done-that traditional ink tattoos.
Face it, when TV shows about tattoo shops are popular in the mainstream, tattoos are losing their “cool” status.
I’ve got a friend who is 50 years old and has never had a piercing or a tattoo in his life. Now he said he’s “getting inked” with a Jimmy Buffett parrot head logo.
If that doesn’t prove the tattoo trend is dying or dead, nothing does.
Which is why it’s no surprise to read about the great-grandson of Amon G. Carter being branded on his ass by fraternity brothers who lacked brotherly love while he was passed out in a drunken stupor. (I’ve spilled more whiskey than that kid’s drank, but I can say with certainty I’ve never been so drunk that a red-hot branding iron pressed against my tender butt cheeks wouldn’t rouse me. Then again, I was never stupid enough to join a college fraternity.)
If you don’t mind the virtual smell of burning flesh, here are some examples of branding:
First, branding in the name of Jesus!
And branding in the name of Beelzebub!
Here are some end results: