Since I thought he was joking, I told him I'd be rolling around in the snowbanks outside my home to give my skin a nice rosy glow.
But he was serious, and even told me where he'd be tanning.
And I was all, "No you aren't."
Yes he was. And so were a lot of other guys and girls in my class.
To get ready for prom.
My skin comes in two shades: Pasty, and Sun Poisoned Sienna, and in my youth I alternated between these. I'd get red and blistered, then the burn would peel off and I'd be Pasty again, with some fine new freckles. I've since settled into a more permanent Pasty, protected with slabs of SPF 250.
But when I was 16, and sir asked me where I'd be tanning, I began to notice how many of my classmates were glowing.
In Upstate New York.
Word on the street is that this is still popular.
I know this because I am back in Upstate New York.
And people are still glowing.
Something is not right here.
This NYT article reports:
Indoor tanning, it seems, has become in many families a mother-daughter bonding ritual, like shopping or going to the hairdresser.Why not just roll around in a snow bank?
Rosy glow, mood enhancing, and free.
(Thanks Kristi, for pointing this one out.)