OK, I'll side with some of the folks on this thread that it's judgmental to look down on those who have tats or assume that the women who have them are slutty. I'm 100% with you. Heck, my wife has a tat and she's an RN with impeccable sexual mores...of course, she also got hers before 1990, so she had one back when they were just cool instead of ubiquitous.
However, this is also the truth: There's a reason those lower back tats are called tramp stamps. If I put on a three piece Armani suit, a Rolex and a Benz tie clip, go down to the Benz delaership and get mad at the first guy who assumes I have the money to buy a Benz, I'm nuts. If I put on a firefighter's uniform and walk into Wal-Mart and get mad at folks who thank me for being a firefighter, I'm nuts. If I go into Wal-Mart with my Packer hat and jersey on and get mad at the first guy who asks me how I feel about Brett Favre retiring, I'm nuts. If one adopts a tattoo style and placement that I usually see on a girl right above her thong that's sticking out of her low-rise jeans or pajama bottoms and below her "Your boyfriend thinks I'm a great kisser" belly shirt (actual sighting, by the way; she was wearing the pajama bottoms and leaning across the Wal-Mart jewelry counter), then that sends a message. Whether it's the intended message or a true message about that particular woman doesn't change the message, any more than a Bear fan wearing a Packer jersey changes the message of the Packer jersey.
It’s all about perception and who you value and what you value.
Me? For all concerned, I’d avoid someone who saw tats as ‘deal breakers’ because I know not only would they hate my back mural, but the music I listen to, the books I read, the stuff I write, the friends I hang out with, the way my house is designed, the food I eat, the sheets on my bed, my dust bunnies that run in herds and get drunk after midnight.
IOW, all that I am, I wouldn’t want to expose to all that they believe. They would see me as something I’m not while I would probably see them a little too clearly for their own comfort.
Negative associations can be seen through two sides of a mirror-— from my side, I’d rather hang out with my tattoo’d and pierced friends as well as my tolerant non-tattoo’d and non-pierced friends than folks who saw them as ‘bad’.
Been there, done that, tried to fit on the wrong side of the mirror—— And I like the side of the mirror I’m on.
And if you’re relieved because the three people following you at night turn out to be harmless honkies....
you’re Jessie Jackson.