Glad TinyPawz beat me to it. I was going to comment on sometimes the 'daddy' is a partner, and his 'baby girl' is her...
Yucky to some (OK, most, and not my choice of description for a partner) but had been quietly giggling about all the 'memory of her Father' comments.
Went off looking at "tramp stamp" photos on the web, and used Google (not image search) but the first 5 pix included one of a child - no words, just a triangle, and I hoped for her sake it was non-permanent ink, something like face paint!
Appalled me that anyone would consider it OK, unless she had been pestering because her Mum has one. Another photo had three women displaying their tattoos (by the look of them, on a night out), and that's fine if you want a tattoo, but haing it where it is awkward for the owner to see is what puzzles me.
Like BritFish I laughed at "arse antlers" but remember a talk radio station presenter saying "tramp stamp" a few times in a daytime show. Clearly they don't sit on the fence (not all on the BBC, either) but like to start a good argument!
Some I think are attractive, but equally, I do question my attitude as there's the risk of putting some "label" on the person and that would be unfair, making a moral judgement about their "supposed" character without knowing a thing about them.
Unfortunately, for all the claims and counter claims about whether there's anything bad implied by tattoos or piercings, some of the older stereotypes might still be present in the sub-conscious.
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So I might consider a woman with tattoos (or visible piercings) as a thrill seeker and "up for "
Equally, I might consider a bloke with an ear ring (curtain ring) as someone who has a strong ego, despite being a foul-mouthed thicko. If it is a "pretty" stud, I'd consider him bisexual or gay.
Now a bloke with motorbike leathers and chains hanging down, could be gay or a Hell's Angel, and I'd just stay out of his way!
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Of course, those are the typical, stereotypical views of just one older man, and I actually try to speak to people, knowing not to judge a book by its cover, and having sometimes gone years without a hair cut, know how it can feel on the other side...