Catching Ducks

I've always been a very pale person. To start with, my ancestors come from places like Scotland and Denmark. I burn quite easily, so if I'm out in the sun, I always wear sunscreen. On top of that, I don't particularly like being outside, especially if it's sunny. All this has led to me being one of the white-est white people in the history of white-folk.

When I was in high school, my friends would tease me that my skin was the same color as my white socks! I was a little self-conscious, but never enough to actually, you know, tan. I knew I was more likely to burn than tan, plus I'm not a big fan of skin cancer, plus I saw plenty of girls my age who tanned who were already looking rather wrinkly. But more than anything, I just didn't care that much. I was comfortable with my skin color.

At some point somebody invented fake tan. (When, I have no clue. It wasn't like I was paying attention!) While I get think it's great that it's safer than actually tanning, I still don't understand the appeal.

What's wrong with being your own skin color? I just don't get it.