Godzilla Goldfish and the Wonders of Yoga

The woman next to me in my Bikram yoga class today had two tattoos. The first was a gigantic goldfish, a godzilla-goldie twelve or thirteen times the size of your average fish, glubbing beguilingly as it gazed at me from its position on her left arm. The other, sexily placed on her rib cage beneath her right armpit, was an equally spacious affair detailing a cardinal perched on a tree branch. I can only wonder if, given the choice, she'd rather be represented artistically as an aquarium (or, perhaps, a short-lived childhood pet?) or the official State of Virginia brochure.