Hey, ya’ bunch of pale whiners! (Of which I am proudly one.) I say that we start a new club!
Call it “Pink and Proud”. Or, you know, “PAP”.
Just, you know, if the club really gets going and a lot of famous and important people sign up, don’t do anything that can ruin our club’s reputation. The consequences of dragging the club’s name through the mud could be dire.
I mean, would you want to see the following headline:
“PAP Smeared by Naughty Activities”
Really. Dreadful. 
Have you tried Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills for Pale People?
You know, I never had a preference for pale women before… this just changed. Yowza.
Hi Girls !
Hi London !
Just dropping by to say a friend of mine is so pale and so shy of the sun, she’s only had one tan in her life - she likes to say her skin changed from blue to white.
When I was a kid and we’d visit my grandparents in Fort Worth, Grandmother would make me wear a hat if I so much as THOUGHT about stepping outside. Why I don’t know, since I was brown as a berry in those pre-sunblock days. Of course, last year, at age 101, Grandmother was still lecturing me on how I should take good care of my skin now so I don’t end up all wrinkled when I get to her age. Uh…right, Grandmother!
Today I see more and more people wearing hats. In a couple of weeks at JazzFest here in New Orleans there’ll be headgear the likes of which you have NEVER seen (although probably not as good as last year, when the Parrotheads were here – now THERE was some well-decorated headgear!). And folks covering from head to toe, like me. Last year it was long skirt, long-sleeved lightweight blouse, and an umbrella plus my hat. (I saw a number of men wearing long skirts, interestingly enough.) But hey, someone recently asked my 27-year-old daughter if I was her sister, so I don’t care at ALL! 
When I was in Ireland a few years ago, I was struck by how BEAUTIFUL everyone’s skin was (except for the windburned folks on the Aran Islands) – porcelain and alabaster doesn’t begin to describe it! That became my skin goal on the spot – hey, I can’t undo my childhood, but I can go forward, right?
Had I been intended to roast, I’d’ve been born with a spit sticking out of my skull.
[Edith] And that’s the truth. PLTHBHTTH! [/Edith]
I’m one of those people who like sunny days but never ever goes out in them. Because of this when I get blood drawn the nurse alwasy gets it on the first stick
It’s interesting to me that until the 1920’s women didn’t want to tan. Only field hands had tans. Now a tan is the sign, often, of an outdoor girl and men find that attractive.
My father had skin cancer and convinced me to stop sunning myself thirty years ago. I still developed skin cancer (not a melanoma) under my eye about eight years ago. Now there is no question about the use of sunscreen and hats.
The good side is that I’m sixty and don’t have wrinkles. One woman asked me if I looked like Snow White when I was younger. She was a little envious, I think. She was a pretty woman but if you touched one spot on her check, her whole face moved – absolute leather.
But I would like to look a little healthier so…I’m off to read Eve’s post about pink pills…I hope she is not just teasing.
LOL! From Eve’s link on Dr. William’s Pink Pills for Pale Peope:
“Containing a combination of iron oxide and epsom salts, Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills were touted to Civil War veterans with digestive problems, malaria, wounds, and emotional disturbances.”
Pale skin or not, it doesn’t hurt to be on the safe side…
There’s no hope for me as my ancestors came from Sweden, Ireland, and Scotland.
My grandfather’s skin was so sun sensitive he couldn’t go out without long sleeved shirts.
I have to thank Lola for coming into my life and improving my family’s gene pool so that our children need not fear the sun as much as I did when I was growing up.
My people!
I’ve always been fairly pale, but I used to tan nicely. That all changed when I was pregnant with my first child and my vitiligo (you know, the disease that turned Michael Jackson white) flared up. During that time and for two years after I had her, I had tan blotches all up my arms and down my legs. I looked like a burn victim. Small children used to come up to me and ask what happened. When I was pregnant with my second, it flared up again and left me utterly without pigment over most of my body, and I was delighted.
Now I just pretend that I’m anti-sun because of the cancer risk or the skin damage, when I’m actually afraid that the few pigmented spots I have left will get obviously brown and make me look strange (well, strangER) again.