When I see a tattoo on a woman, I don't see art, I see graffiti.
I may tolerate graffiti while I have to live in the city early in my life and career, but my goal is always to leave. One of the primary reasons for a yearning to escapr is the ugliness of graffiti. It is a constant reminder of the disgusting debauchery and hatful nature of the "diverse" people there, shoved together with no common vision.
When I see graffiti on a woman, I see evidence of self-hatred, lack of love and protection by her father and hurt from failed frivolous relationships with the most disgusting and diseased kinds of men. I may tolerate these women while I am forced to choose from among them, but after first quality women I find and hold fast to is when I breathe a sigh of relief that I had escaped the tattooed ugliness.