Looks Like Even If I Want to Get a Tan, I Can’t
We’re heading off for a little fun in the sun – white sand beaches, banana daiquiris, good books, holding hands, and a tan. Welllllll, not so fast about getting a tan.
Some regulatory group somewhere in a think tank decided for me and said to me, me, you can’t buy SPF 4 anymore. You’d be stupid to do that. Well, maybe they are right but isn’t that up to me to decide how stupid I want to be?
SPF 15 seems to be the minimum, although some SPF 8 was for sale by the coconut oil brand but I’m not looking to slide off or leave a huge grease stain on the beach chair. I would like to get some color. Some tan. Moderation. Moderation. But not banning me completely.
The go-to sun tan lotion in my day was the bright orange gel Ban de Soleil. We used to buy it by the case. It smelled so good too. I haven’t seen that for sale in any store near me.
Here I am doing a commercial for them.
Like most everything else I blog about, I’ll go with the Conspiracy Theory on this. That we’re banned from tanning so doctors can tell us our vitamin D levels are low so they can get us to buy Vitamin D tablets.
I’ll end with this: I’m no shrink but I KNOW Sun is good for what ails you. It changes the mental psyche. Gets out any winter depression blues. It revives the body. It revitalizes. People feel better when they feel they look better and color on the face sure adds a smile to my face. I bought some SPF 15 that’s the best I could do today. I really don’t want to be totally stupid like I was in 7th grade on Eleuthera where I got sun poisoning - bubbles all over my skin from frying myself. Not cool. I just want to come home and have my friends say, gee you look great. Did you get away?