Monday, June 26, 2006

Outing myself as an Indoor Girl...

I've been known to exaggerate for comic effect. But often I don't have to. For example, when I wrote last year about how much I hate the heat because I'm so pale...

I give you my legs ("Exhibit A").

Now, I give you my leg next to coworker Julie's leg ("Exhibit B"). She hasn't even started working on her "base tan" yet.

I do not want to be tan. I like being pale. I've never understood the draw of tanning beds or - worse - baking on the beach. I don't like self-tanner either. In my world (the one in my imagination, also known as "My Happy Place"), only farmhands have tans. And I'm not a farmhand.

So there it is, out in the open. I'm wearing skirts or dresses at least five days a week this summer and if anyone has a problem with that they can bite my pasty white ankles.

7 comments:

  1. Mm-hmm... and what exactly are these tanned farmhands doing while in your imagination?

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  2. Beauty knows no skin tone.

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  3. Jason: It's a little vague, but something about tanned (and muscular...and sweaty) farmhands coming in from a hard day of pulling up potatoes...I think that's a whole other post...

    TJ: Right on, brother-man. While I enjoy my pale-ness (pallor?), I also think rugged is beautiful and rugged is usually tan. At least from the neck up and sleeves down.

    Rawrr to both of you.

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  4. I'm with you on this, 100%. I'm also so white I'm nearly green... and I say to those who want me to bake/tan/dye my skin along with them: "I was BORN this color - this is the way I'm SUPPOSED to look."

    Aside from the stupidity of worrying about what color you are, there's the whole topic of skin cancer! Who needs it?

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  5. I'm rugged and tanned but not a farmhand.

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  6. TJ - two out of three ain't bad.

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  7. Hot shoes. Very hot shoes.

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