I have to admit, I’ve faked-and-baked more than a few times over the last couple of years. It’s nice to get a head start on your summer colour so that when you hit Third Beach you don’t blind those around you with your pasty whiteness. It also feels warm, and gives you 30 minutes to yourself, listening to tunes. Yes, I understand all of these are pretty weak arguments when you look at the consequences.
As of today, teens under the age of 16 will need their parents to go with them if they want to tan at one of Canada’s largest chains of tanning parlours.
16 year olds go tanning? Yikes. Not only does that not sound good for your skin’s health, but when I was 16 I wasn’t getting naked for nothing. (Pause for gasps of disbelief here because you all know I grew up in Surrey). No matter how safe tanning booths are reported to be, regardless of possible melanoma badness, you don’t want to end up looking like a 50 year old leather purse when you’re 35. It kinda defeats the purpose of trying to obtain that lovely looking sun kissed look, really.
Around Vancouver you can spot numerous bronzed faces on every city block. Thing is, I’m pretty sure they’re just very smart people who’ve been able to get out of town and head someplace tropical during these very grey winter months. Being lucky enough to live downtown in the summer time I have to say, I prefer real sunshine and fresh ocean air to the stench of toasting skin and cocoa butter simmering on a Viper VHR bed 4 feet away behind that rattan wall.