A Tan for All Seasons


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I received a snippy letter in response to this little series that ran 10 years ago, from a paid spokesman of the National Association of Tanning Bed Operators, or something like that. He took exception with my skepticism about the wisdom of people who crawl into a coffin-like enclosure to be bombarded, close-up, with technologically produced ultraviolet rays, all for cosmetic reasons. I might or might not be wrong about the short-comings of artificial tanning (I wouldn’t do it!), but I didn’t really take seriously an opposite position that someone was paid to hold. Then again, where would our government be if its members were as close-minded as I?

61 thoughts on “A Tan for All Seasons

  1. I can’t believe this, first comment of the day! Jimmy is right about tanning beds but the situation here is funny. So happy to get on the Website right away, no fooling around! Good morning, everybody!

  2. If, as you age, you don’t learn the simple truth that exposure to UV rays causes cancer, you may continue to live (until you die from cancer) in denial.

  3. As a rule, I support the individual’s right to do as they please, as long as it does not adversely affect others and as long as they are willing to accept the personal consequences. That said, I do actively discourage the penchant of many of my friends, mostly female, to use tanning beds. One of whom (40-ish) has already had to have a rather large hunk of her once lovely back carved out, and another (50-ish) who has had a deep-rooted malignancy cut out of the front of her otherwise lovely right thigh.

  4. Besides, why hide the beauty in a tanning coffin when there are so many lovely beaches upon which it could be displayed for the admiration of all.

  5. I agree, Nancy K, about the importance of the Village and A&J in our daily lives. I often think, too, of the Villagers we haven’t yet met, the quiet ones who regularly read Jimmy’s blog and scroll through the comments from time to time. Imagining all those nice folks gives me the warm fuzzies.

    Just as important as having opinions is being able to change them when life smacks you in the face with different data and new experiences.

  6. I always wished that they put people on a spit rotisserie style so that they get evenly brown. I know that is mean of me, but like Jimmy, I never got it.

    I did get a bit too much sun a few weeks ago when I walked 20 miles and everyone dully noted that I should have used sunblock. It was a clear day on Saturday and yes, I forgot the sunblock. I may have bronzed up a bit, but fortunately I didn’t do too much harm to my face, except for my nose that I kept wiping my nose which was running much faster than my legs(which were walking, except when the photographer was taking my picture).

  7. Today’s topic reminds me of a particular cartoon. I still wonder how Jimmy got away with that one. 😉

    http://www.gocomics.com/arloandjanis/2005/05/19

    (Spoiler Alert: It’s part of the retro series which Jimmy is currently running.)

    Did I mention I have some great stories I can’t tell involving my all-female staff and tan lines? I believe I did.

  8. The only time I ever allowed myself to be exposed to that much UV at one time was when I had a skin condition, about forty years ago. The treatments were about fifteen seconds long, I was standing in a little booth and all I was wearing was a pair of goggles. If I got any tan from it, I don’t remember.

  9. You may wish to review our Village ordinances Steve. Cannibalism is a no no.

    The Ghostly remark on tales of tan lines, speaks volumes about the wearer. Go for the all over bronze, it says I am free.

  10. Jackie, like me, you probably thought 9CL would get less annoying once Martine went to Le Grand Mouvement de Résistance in the Sky. Silly us. It is now, however, delving into territory I find considerably more interesting than comb overs, even if you are not personally a devotee of them. (Panties, I mean, not comb overs.)

    No one would ever mistake me for a Scotsman when I speak, but neither would they mistake me for Larry the Cable Guy.

  11. “[JJ] …where would our government be if its members were as close-minded as I?” They are mostly more close-minded, narrow minded, and bribe-minded, and are just about where we would expect them to be. Our current system, especially now that corporations are people, but even before that, selects for that kind of attitude and behavior.

    OF webcam is offline, I think.

    Peace, emb

  12. Here I am in Pittsburgh Texas that is, center of chicken raising cculture. Just had worst grilled chicken wrap ever. When will I learn to tell them no sauces? Heck, I can’t even make myself understood, I feel like I am foreign.

    Ghost, there is no hope for 9CL, I’ve given it up. Just JJ now.

    Not disclosing how much or little I am wearing or where. I know you are most eradite, Ghost, no doubt there. Remember that song line about good old boys like me? Learned to speak like the man on the 6 o’clock news?

    Is that erudite or eradite?

  13. Erudite; one of great knowledge.

    Think looking at someone’s postings, there was too much wine served with lunch.

  14. And how would you know that tidbit, Ghost?

    Small reward to pass Go, black today. Loon is right, of course, although not widely legalized in America.

  15. I had fun adding parts of Ghost’s message together with Steve from Royal Oak and Loon’s.
    Ghost: (Panties, I mean.

    Steve from Royal Oak: Just for decoration, not eating…..

    And last but not least from Loon: Nibbling the decorations can be fun 😉

  16. Nope, we are hardly predictable. Now my personal goal is to lose all need but am a long way from there. Need, meaning support for body parts. Brooke always is obsessed with animal print underwear.

    Whereas I incited a Baptist deacon to say he’d always wanted a grandmother who wore leopard pants. Since he is probably trying to figure out who the heck he was talking to, it might have been obvious no panty lines.

    Sorry, I am wicked and wanton. Good words for today. Have already shocked two people I know of today.

  17. sandcastler:

    I prefer to tell myself that I am not developing opinions; instead, I am discovering truths.

  18. My sister used to tell me that as I got older I began to suffer from neurosclerosis, or “hardening of the attitudes”. That of course was a baseless canard.

  19. Haven’t gotten past Ruston. Home of Terry Bradshaw and peaches.

    Going back to look at floating condo but not this trip. Have to decide which coast? I think this side offers more possibility than Pacific for cruising but have awhile to consider.

  20. Right you are, Ursen! Those, too! Funniest pajamas I ever had were given to me by my husband-to-be: stretch terry, zip up footie pajamas with a trap door (I was always cold at night while single). One pair was red and white stripes, the other, bright blue. I also had bunny slippers at the same time.

    I bet Rosalind Russell was never wrong. And if she was, no one would dare tell her so.

  21. That, or another, Wiki site is encouraging. Russell attributed her long success on stage and screen to never having allowed herself to become a sex object. Had only one husband, died of breast cancer, was a staunch Republican [campaigned for Nixon], and staunch[?] R.C., had only one child. Sounds ~ a woman you wouldn’t want to cross swords with, or just cross words.

    She might even have been as smart as the young woman who was with me in the theater. Also an actress [amateur]. Staunch Methodist all her life, but became less orthodox over the years. Bad influences!

    Peace, emb

  22. March…the month that my central unit provided both heating and cooling. One of the joys of Southern living.

    Jackie, I would say, “You’re probably hot every month of the year,” but you might think I was flirting.

  23. I’ve errands to run, but usually businesses are not into the April Fool’s thing. Not so sure about the gym. We’ll see.

    Peace, emb

  24. Denise in M

    When first married I gave my bride some Dr Denton’s as a joke gift.
    Only wood heat.
    Silly me I should have measured – she ended up taking 3″ out of the legs and shortening the
    waist 6″ – She 5’2″ me 6’2″

    I’ve learned…. That to ignore the facts does not change the facts – AR

  25. Spent an afternoon exploring the museum and the surrounding area at the airfield at Wendover, Utah. If you’re ever crossing the country on I-80 it’s well worth the time to visit and see where many of our best artillery crews and flight crews honed their skills. Imagine riding on a flatbed railcar at 40 mph while blasting a 50-caliber gun at moving targets!

    And for those who know their history, yep, that’s the airfield where Col. Paul Tibbets trained his B-24 crew before flying across the Pacific to deliver Little Boy.

  26. Good morning Villagers…..

    Nodak Wayne, you’ll have to explain that one to me. Not too ‘bright’ this early in the morn, especially with all the frenzy that’s been going on at work sites 🙂

    Spoke with The Boss yesterday, said I could come over and start cleaning and such. Told him that we had been watching little Kyler for Rachael so she could clean at the hen house too in the evenings. Then he said “you’d be doing me a bigger favor if you would watch him so she could keep cleaning cages. She’s ahead of the teens and they’re trying to catch up with her” That reminds me of the dog races……chasing that rabbit. We all know that those teens just aren’t focusing on the cages…

    So after the past two evenings, I don’t know what’s worse, babysitting a highly active 2 1/2 year old or cleaning a dirty egg packer. I’m going to tell the The Boss today he owes me a big favor too.

    And it’s April Fools……I love the way Jimmy always fits that into his strips…..

  27. But Old Bear, I bet she loved them and felt like she was in a total body hug each time she wore them.

    Highly active 2 1/2 year old: playing army men, making tents with blankets and chairs, dragging him around in a cardboard box race car…and running, always running. That was my nephew at that age. He could not just walk. Those were sweet words, then: “Auntie Nee, come play!” I loved him then, and I love him now…and thank goodness, sometimes he just walks.

  28. It’s daylight and I can’t sleep so I am giving it up, getting dressed and going to if I can find anything remotely healthy downstairs. View of dirty swimming pool and what may be the Duck Dynasty guys warehouse The Duck Diner has not been open once in three trips here, not that I suspect them of anything healthy. Hard to avoid beards and find healthy here.

    Hasten to add I love beards, just not in Biblical lengths.

  29. So our music director quit last November. She is young, but I think the time constraints may have been a little much for her. I owe so much to her as she was my cheerleader and could cover up my mistakes.

    We finally got a new director last month and this guy puts the “H” in ADHD. That is not necessarily a bad thing, but in this case it is. I will sing at Holy Thursday services, but after that I will probably take a break. He is classically trained and I could really use help, but sometimes your gut tells you that a relationship just will not work. Maybe given time, he will either leave or we can figure out a way to work together. I am truly happy that I have been able to sing for the last 7+ yrs and am OK with walking away. Hopefully not for too long.

  30. Drinking coffee and listening to all the Russian being spoken, feels strange somehow. Don’t even have Loon here to interpert the gossip.

  31. And? Wish I could see your passport stamps, Sand. Far more interesting than “Want to look at my etchings?”

    Sorry Loon.

  32. Ok, the clothes are too big before I can get tags off. May need safety pin today . Going to ask for a tax extension so black and gray leopard or cheetah or something with black and animal print, tacky woman top.

    What does Brooke claim, that it is empowering? Don’t think so. Loon is right, of course.