Tuesday, May 04, 2004
Oops
This story just makes me laugh (courtesy of the Obscure Store, originally, for me) - the princess of pop is so enamored of hebraic occultism (or occult hebraicisms) that she got gen-u-wine aramaic gibberish tattooed on the back of her neck. According to monty python, that’s where you find out where a bishop’s priory is, or whatever it is that bishops have. But according to Brittny, it’s where you advertise your ignorance. It’s been said that the Zohar should not be studied by anyone who has not completed 50 years of biblical and talmudic studies. Brit didn’t even learn hebrew. Now, I don’t speak hebrew, so that’s not something I can hold against her. Then again, my tattoo is a simple geometrical symbol. If I were going to do something permanent, I would try to get it right. Who knows what you’ve put on your neck? Maybe that’s God’s shameful nickname that the Rabbis learned years ago NEVER to mention out loud. There are a lot of pitfalls when you start to dabble in holy tongues, apart from those with the standard piercings and studs. What’s more, it seems that this isn’t Brittney’s first incorrectly-inscribed foriegn language tattoo. Oops, my dear, you’ve done it again, haven’t you? But this time YOU’VE ANGERED GOD. Good luck on your next tour. I recommend lots of insurance.
