Shout Out from a Hypocrite

I am white. And I am Greek. The latter is not a mere aside, a pathetic attempt to escape my racial privilege, but rather to contextualize where I’m headed. You see, because of the former I have little pigment, and because of the latter, an abundance of moles. The kind that lend themselves to skin cancer. And yet, I let myself go into the sun yesterday without sunscreen. I’ve done this just a handful of times in the past, which is a good thing since I make it a habit to chastise most of my friends for underusing sunblock, but never before have I burned quite like this. What’s worse, I baked like a lobster while on the phone with my father lambasting me for not encouraging Steve to see a doctor for his growing cyst and kvetching over my half sister’s pink eye and half brother’s possible basal cell carcinoma. Now, I will have to wear my sin in a scarlet speckled rash-like burn through my 6-year anniversary and engagement party over the holiday weekend. But you can be sure, I will NEVER be without my SPF 30 again!