While some might people might think tattoos are works of art, they inevitably turn into nothing more than ugly purple splotches.
I remember twenty-five years ago working for a boss who absolutely HATED tattoos of any type. I recall once he went on vacation and while he was gone his assistant hired a very attractive blonde girl.
He was not back more than an hour from his vacation when he spied this new employee (from at least 30 feet away) and began turning red. He pulled his assistant into a closed-door meeting and was in there blowing his stack for at least an hour. At the conclusion of that the assistant went to this blonde girl and let her go, telling her it “was just not working out”.
What was the cause of all this? A tattoo of a rose on her ankle, no bigger than the size of a dime. A middle-aged candidate for bifocals, he spotted this from more than ten yards away and blew his top.