One of the things I honestly miss the most about being a child is how blissfully unaware I was of just how filthy some places are. As a child I never got onto an airplane and wondered what that smell was. I don't recall a single time I walked into a hotel room, a friend's house, a restaurant, etc and ever contemplated how sanitary it was - or wasn't.
Tattoo lovers differ in just about every way possible. Some love realism, some are here for silly colors and cartoons. To some people every bit of ink has to have a meaning, and for others "because I felt like it" is totally fine by them. One thing most of us have in common is seeing at least one piece of art that made us wonder "who thought that was a good idea?"