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It’s not a skin color - it’s a lifestyle.

Guess what? Recumbent poses notwithstanding, getting tan is hard. Really hard. Especially when you start out with a skin tone that makes Snoopy look like a black lab. As I’ve had the last few days off from work, I spent a few hours doing my best beach bum impersonation. You’d think my skin would be turning to a smooth shade of copper by now, but no such luck. It’s feast or famine at this point. I’ve got splotches of sunburn juxtaposed against pasty white patches all over my bod. Not good. If I’m to sip TaB and wear solid white clothes as attractively as Tan Stewie by Labor Day, I might have to employ the Buchs strategy and just go for it.

Ouch.