This was another bit of tattoo mum's rant that had my open-mouthed:
I meet a colleague for lunch. "He knew how much it would hurt me," I say, tears running down my face. "For years I've said, don't do it. It's there for ever, even after you've changed your mind about who you are and what you want to look like. You're branded, like meat. It can damage your work prospects. It can turn people against you before you've even opened your mouth."
She's admitting she couldn't see the bloody tattoo so it's presumably covered by his clothes. How often does she think people are made to strip during job interviews?
If I'd been the colleague I would have briskly told her to stop being so bloody stupid and made a mental note to distance myself from her immediately. I might even have had words with our mutual boss about whether she is really capable of doing whatever job it is if she is so massively lacking in judgment and common sense.