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OPPROBRIUM IN CHINA...
AND EVERYWHERE ELSE
FOR THAT MATTER

Somewhere in
this site I am sure I mentioned that when I was a child tattoos were
definitely looked down upon by almost. Only low-lifes got them or
occasionally the scions of respectable families who had decided to go
slumming on a drunken lark. Sailors had them and so did carnies, not to
mention convicts and generally scary types. But now tattoos are almost de
rigeur. Not only the children of wealth have them and many great
athletes and more not so great, but also people who use terms like de
rigeur. It has even been said that the future leaders of commerce and
industry will be sporting visible tattoos and piercings in the board room.
One U.S. senator has three tattoos: 2 visible and one a little more
discretely placed. (Of course, it helps to know that he is an ex-Marine.)
Boy have things changed.
In the late 19th
century James G. Blaine tried three times to obtain his party's nomination
for president. He finally got his wish in 1884
as the Republican
candidate. He had served in the House of Representatives and the Senate. He
had even been Secretary of State in
the cabinets of
three different presidents: two before his run and one after. Blaine was a
man with a history. He was accused of
being anti-Catholic
even though his mother was one and his sister was a nun. He was a big target
and as such was the object of
scorn in one of the
most famous political cartoon ever. He was swift-boated even before there
was such a term. Accused of
corruption at many
levels his indictments appeared etched into his skin in the "Tattooed Man".
Revealed for what he
'really' was before
his peers he hides his face in shame.

But the cartoon had
a double whammy to it because it was based on the 1861 painting by Jean-Leon
Gerome of
Phryne Before
the Areopogus shown below.

Phryne had posed
for a statue of Venus by Praxitiles, the most famous sculptor of his day. As
I recall, she was charged with blasphemy
for presuming to
believe that she was as beautiful as the goddess. Brought before a panel of
judges, the Areopogus, her lawyer is losing
her case. In
desperation her advocate rips off her robe and declares something like
"Gentlemen, judge for yourselves." They were
astounded and she
was acquitted. [Remember, I am doing this from memory and may not be
completely on the mark.]
Phryne may have
come out of this a winner, but James G. Blaine didn't.
Grover Cleveland
won! The tattoos may have decided the election.
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