Fun in the Sun

I am a very sunburnt blogger. It would appear that the giant orb in the sky doesn’t like my pale skin much. Every time I burn I insist the pain would be worth it if I turned a slight shade of brown. I never do.

Yes I know it was very silly of me not to wear sun cream, but to be honest you don’t expect the Northern Irish sun to actually burn you. Although from the tops of my arms and my new fried bingo wings, it would appear even the most rare of sunshine can leave it’s mark. Something to remember it by during the rainy days?

Something that always bewildered me was people calling sun cream ‘sun tan lotion’. This is clearly a clever ploy to get those who seem intent on bronzing to put on some protection. I however need no encouragement – with such pale skin it’s factor 30+ all the way.

Like most things in the 21st century you don’t actually need to go outside for them. Not only can you simulate the smell of summer flowers in your washing, the stench of pine trees in the wind in your living room, but you can also orangify yourself with vast amount of nasty orange bottles. Or why not buy yourself a machine that looks like an alien testing facility and emits UVA and UVB rays which speed up skin aging among other harmful effects? There’s one on eBay for only £100!

Perhaps the obsession with ‘bronzing’ ourselves is best shown in any cosmetic store, where bottles of orange gloop outnumber their sun protection counterparts.

We all know the dangers, yet still we choose fake tan over Soltan.
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Photo from flickr.com/photos/a11sus