I live in the suburbs now, after moving half way around this country, buying a house, settling down. Last week I went to the neighbourhood pool, to spend some time frying my Celtic carcass in the company of loud kids and their thick-thighed mothers.
Coco Chanel has a lot to answer for, popularizing the suntan. Once a white complection was a sign of nobility, a signifier that you didn’t have to perform manual labour outdoors. Not to mention the modern fact of lower risk for melanoma and leatherface. It doesn’t take much sun to make me a crispy critter. At best I freckle.
Fried Legs & Toast
Posted by Eddie O'Shan
on July 17, 2006
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