He washes up in the sewers of Paris and ends up befriending a young man who can’t cook and is sort of hopeless at everything else, too, but does have a job in one of the city’s fanciest restaurants. But as it turns out, the tattoo, and this bizarre blockbuster about a cooking rat that inspired it, held more meaning than I could fully wrap my head around at 18, as a still-closeted baby gay with dreams of being a chef.įor those so cut off from reality that they have not yet seen this most iconic of movies, the premise of Ratatouille is (pretty much) this: Remy, a rat who loves to cook and has a freakishly good sense of taste and smell, is separated from his family when the woman whose roof they’ve been living in tries to destroy their colony. Of course now, five years later, I recognize that this is exactly the kind of tattoo that one might live to regret, or that it could be the first red flag of a fledgling Disney adult.
#Rat fink tattoo calf movie
Why would I decide to permanently emblazon my one precious body with a cartoon rat? Was it because of a deep passion for Disney, or because I thought rats are so cute? No, I just loved the 2007 movie Ratatouille. And I, too, showed up to my high school graduation beaming ear to ear with a fresh tattoo: Remy the Disney-Pixar rat, wrapped around my left calf with a bunch of tiny carrots clutched in his paws. My peers were permanently inking their bodies with graceful butterflies, snakes, crosses, and other random symbols to which they would later ascribe meaning.
By which I mean, we were getting lots of tattoos. But none of that stopped me, nor any of my other friends in the midst of their own formative phases, from eagerly making all sorts of mature, adult decisions. On my 18th birthday, I was still very much a work in progress - not out yet, not really sure what my big plan was.
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