It's serious business, all right. One of my colleagues just got back from a Caribbean cruise - there was a "swimsuit optional" deck whereon whale-like human beings were turning pasty blubber to scarlet without even the formality of basting. She said it reminded her of a Hieronymus Bosch painting...and that cancer specialists could have made a killing leaving their business cards scattered about.
Personally, I'm melanin-challenged (the result of my ancestors being cave-dwelling Troglodytes and Irishmen) and Mister SunBlock is my gooood buddy, even in Seattle.
Personally, I'm melanin-challenged (the result of my ancestors being cave-dwelling Troglodytes and Irishmen) and Mister SunBlock is my gooood buddy, even in Seattle. Ditto, too much Irish and not enough Am. Indian. Twice I've had chunks of meat cut out (Thigh and neck), fortunately it was basal cell and not melanoma. Still, Mr. Sun is not my friend anymore, and Mr. SPF 50 is my co-pilot.