Get a bit of sun about ye, lassie.
What is it about sunshine that urges people to tell me to ‘get a bit of colour’? Is there mass hysteria I’m missing out on where people feel the need to look tanned in the three weeks of sunshine we have?
I’m perfectly happy being pale. Granted, my legs could blind you at the beach if you’re not wearing appropriate eyewear, but I’m not one for fake tan or sunbeds.
I’ve tried it all and ended up with a mixture of smug satisfaction and trembling embarassment when I point out that I look ridiculous with a tan. What’s the point? With fake tan you look bright orange. There doesn’t seem to be any shade of the fake stuff that doesn’t scream ‘freaky streaky orange’. And as for the sunbeds? We’ve got enough cancer threats without frying ourselves to achieve a ‘healthy glow’.
‘Get yersel out in the sunshine, lassie’
‘Get a bit of colour about ye, hen’
‘Have ye no been oot in the sun yet?’
‘Yir awfy pale, darlin’. Dae ye no get oot in the sunshine?’
I live in Scotland. The land of rain and hail. If I’m not allowed to be pale here, what’s gone wrong with the world?!
