Someday I’m going to get skin cancer. I plan on it.
Not only do I plan on it, I plan for it.
Someday when I have skin cancer I want to be able to say “IT IS NOT MY FAULT!”
My mother and aunts have skin cancer and my mother thinks typically motherly thoughts about how foolish it was for them to bask in the sun as children, and tan their little hides as teens.
I know that I will get skin cancer even if I hide from the sun, but at least I will not have to feel like my mother. No, I will be self-righteous in my cancerous state.
So I wear sunscreen and don’t swim in the sun. I hide inside when my shadow is shorter than I am. I wear wide-brimmed hats, even though they do not actually protect my face.
And most of all, I wear a self-satisfied smirk because I know that even though I’m getting skin cancer, it is NOT my fault.
What do you do to prevent skin cancer?
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