This is tattoo mum, and for those of you who don't want to read it, I'm just gonna summarise the 'best' bits because I am AGOG that somebody actually published this:
www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2012/aug/11/devastated-by-my-sons-tattoo
She keeps whining on about how unreasonable she knows she's being. I know this word is completely killed by MN but I think this sounds like proper batshit narcissistic ranting that shows how utterly and completely reasonable she thinks she's being.
The golden parts:
Her first reaction upon hearing about his tattoo: His lovely shoulder
- You'd think he lost his fucking arm.
*"It's just a tattoo," he says, when the silence goes on so long that we have nearly fallen over the edge of it into a pit of black nothingness. "It's not as if I came home and said I'd got someone pregnant."
It seems to me, unhinged by shock, that this might have been the better option.
His father asks, "Does it hurt?"
"Yes," I say, cutting across this male bonding. "It does. Very much."*
Yes, presumably it seems like a better option because she could've persuaded her precious son to abort that baby, get rid of the girl, cut her off, and come home and live with her as her precious baby forever. Because that's the level of possessiveness she's showing over his body. Plus there was something scary/creepy and psychopathic about her literally talking over her husband and son's normal reactions!!
you're not. You're different. I will never look at you in the same way again. It's a visceral feeling. Maybe because I'm your mother. All those years of looking after your body – taking you to the dentist and making you drink milk and worrying about green leafy vegetables and sunscreen and cancer from mobile phones. And then you let some stranger inject ink under your skin. To me, it seems like self-mutilation. If you'd lost your arm in a car accident, I would have understood. I would have done everything to make you feel better. But this – this is desecration. And I hate it."
I mean, yes, it's like you thought you'd earned eternal right to his body, and has misunderstood the whole fundamental role of parenting as taking care of somebody else's body until they are old enough to have complete autonomy over it themselves. She also describes his body as "pig carcass," and telling everybody she's no longer sure she knows him. You'd think he'd been the victim of some terrible attack the way she's talking...basically attacking her son's right to make a choice.
I think people who are saying this is fake are being overly optimistic. Doesn't anyone else remember the stepmother who essentially told her stepdaughter - who's mother died when she was about 16 - to fuck off for crying to her dad in the middle of the night? Once?