Yesterday I was quoted in The NY Times Ethicist column on my legal opinion regarding employee rights and tattoos. The question was fairly easy because it involved a construction worker who had a bunch of Nazi tattoos and wanted to work shirtless at clients' homes when it was hot. Can the employer make that employee cover up? Yes, as a general rule, and exceptions to that rule would be hard to find.
While I was asked my legal opinion, the author of the column, Randy Cohen, gives his thoughts on the ethics and practicalities of the issue, which is pretty interesting.
This case involved Nazi tattoos, but what if it involved non-offensive tattoos? Would the ethical answer be quite different? Would your opinion change on the rights of employees to bare their tattoos?
While I was asked my legal opinion, the author of the column, Randy Cohen, gives his thoughts on the ethics and practicalities of the issue, which is pretty interesting.
This case involved Nazi tattoos, but what if it involved non-offensive tattoos? Would the ethical answer be quite different? Would your opinion change on the rights of employees to bare their tattoos?
I'm back from Corfu and back to work. It was quite an experience being in a place with no other tattoo bad asses to back us up. Not only were we the most heavily tattooed there, we were the only tattooed there.
The stares I got were intense, especially from my husband who was not happy with going luxe and wanted to camp on one of the many secluded coves of the island. While I love camping, I was in desperate need of pampering and a nightly chocolate on my pillow. I've just been working waaay too hard.
The trip did not disappoint. I accomplished my goal of doing nothing for seven days. Dan, on the other hand, finally found the right shape and base for my torso tattoo. I love when he draws on me in marker. The needles are another story.
Here's some pix:




The stares I got were intense, especially from my husband who was not happy with going luxe and wanted to camp on one of the many secluded coves of the island. While I love camping, I was in desperate need of pampering and a nightly chocolate on my pillow. I've just been working waaay too hard.
The trip did not disappoint. I accomplished my goal of doing nothing for seven days. Dan, on the other hand, finally found the right shape and base for my torso tattoo. I love when he draws on me in marker. The needles are another story.
Here's some pix:




