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.
Blood oaths never expire :-). It’s too late to be a teenage mother, if I was gonna, but I can never ride a motorcycle, be a police officer, or work for the CIA. (Anoreth is considering the latter three, but she doesn’t like needles, after years of daily growth hormone shots.)
In my opinion, a person who’s trashy is trashy with or without tattoos, and a person who’s not is not, and so on.