Tattoos are not my thing, personally (also, I swore a blood oath to my mother that I would never get one). But cool is cool.
See! You’d be sitting at my table!
BTW, I didn’t get mine until I turned 50. That was after umpteen years of admiring others, thinking they were cool but also battling with the ‘Well, what would a ‘good’ person do’.
Then I realized that the folks I knew who had tats or at least liked tats were good people, and far more bright, warm, open, creative and interesting that the ‘tats are sluts’ crowd.
Besides, no one sees it unless I dance. And then they have to be looking very very hard because it’s usually covered by all the jangles and crap.