A Whiter Shade of Pale
I was applying my usual spackle of SPF 70 when Consort came in the bathroom. Silently, he observed the process which is not unlike watching someone ice a wedding cake. Finally he said,
"Watch out, I can see some of your natural skin around the crook of your elbow."
The olive-skinned ones are attractive but mean.
"Watch out, I can see some of your natural skin around the crook of your elbow."
The olive-skinned ones are attractive but mean.
posted by Unknown at 11:18 AM
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Being of the pale redhead persuasion who burns, peels and is just as white as when I started, I am totally with you. Although my routine also includes a big floppy hat and big sunglasses and I have become quite the connoisseur of sunscreens. I did have to laugh though when I was at Target the other day and saw that there is now sunscreen touting 100 SPF
I hear you. I admit I'm lazy with the sunscreen, but then, I'm indoors most of the time. I try to remember to wear hats when I take Chappy out for walks, though, especially on the hot days because walking around with my own personal spot of shade is actually pretty handy. I don't burn quite as easily as I used to, though, which is something, but still ...
Oh, and I'm laughing at the idea of spackling on sunscreen, which made me think of all those popular vampires the young kids are so crazy about these days ... wouldn't that be the perfect name for a sunscreen? "Vampire Sunscreen: Because Too Much Sun Can Be Deadly." Can you imagine the fortune we could make??
My pale remains so since it's 157 degrees at noon and I'm bee-phobic besides. He, another olive-skinned one, has a lovely farmer's tan from being outdoors all day coaching baseball. I dare him to be mean. I'll post pictures of his striped self on my Facebook.
As a freckled, pale blond, I can empathize. I turn red and add more freckles to the collection, even with sunscreen. I must admit: that was a funny observation he made, though. ;-)
As one of the natural olive complected who has never burned once, EVER, I would just like to point out that Consort probably wasn't laughing AT you, he was probably just laugh- okay yeah, he was laughing AT you.
Me too. But only because I find you and your spackled self delightful.
...and sometimes we olive-skinned people are punished. Our first child comes out olive toned and we only apply sunscreen to them because we're supposed to - not because they'll burn. Because they don't, and they tan right through the sunscreen. THEN we have another baby. A baby who brings to life all the Irish genetics that we thought had been bred out of us. A baby who comes out all blue eyed and pink skinned and it takes one day outside to learn that the recomendation of "re-apply" isn't just another silly direction like "lather, rinse, repeat." You actually HAVE to re-apply. A lot. And anything short of straight zinc oxide and she's still going to turn pink.
It's a whole new world. Seven years later and I'm still heading to Walgreens on the way to our first pool outing every year because I forgot. (and my poor pink darling is a mile closer to the sun than you are... her kind was made for cloudier climes than CO!)
Love, love, love this! Someone pale like me...both my girls are the palest children at school. The other day, a classmate asked my youngest if she was the star of "Twilight." I told her to tell them to watch out, or her mother would have to bite them.
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