The inability to wear certain colours

Now not only are we restricted by the sun *cough the devil cough* but we also have the inability to wear certain colours. Like me for example I should never wear orange unless I wish to be smite down with the hand of God for causing peoples eyes to burn. No seriously, pale people have the inability to wear some browns and greens. This is because it washes us out and makes even more fatally ill looking then we already were. I mean if we weren't already see-through enough with all our veins showing under our white ass skin.

When we wear said colours we probably look mousey (if you understand that) or we look ill. But there is a plus side to this. For those pale people going with the goth look, my hat is off to you, work that. Pale people actually look great in darker clothes, not to say we don't look good in brighter colours too cause we do. Like every other skin colour group we have our own set of ups and downs.

The Sun is the Devil

Now every moderately pale person or ginger will understand the fear of the sun. Seriously it's completely rational. We don't get the opportunity to tan, nope, straight to tomato red for us. Unlike much of the population of this wonderful world, skin cancer is a huge factor in our lives. Speaking as someone who lives in Australia, the Land Down Under, Hell, which ever you wish to call it, I am constantly walking in the shade, standing in the shade or completely covered in sunscreen or clothing. And it is so unfair.. An other way of God punishing me for being a ginger I suspect.

Really the pain, that unfortunately follows the quick 2 minutes you were actually in the sun, is not even the worst part, really it's not. It's the damn peeling, that lasts for weeks. Like 2 or 3. It's gross. Even though I am partial to snake's and other reptilian I don't really want to feel like I'm shedding a layer.

This is my latest burn, thank you Italy -.-... And it is not even close to the burns I've had before. Most women who suffer paleness like I do will sympathize with me for not being able to wear a bra over this, either it had to strapless or my bikini. And gentlemen perhaps you could sympathize if you've ever worn a backpack whilst burnt. Oh I can't forget the wonderful process of applying liters of moisturizer... It is honestly a nightmare.

Oh and this is a very accurate depiction of the relationship between the sun and gingers.

What is 50 Shades of White

Ok so what is this 50 Shades of White blog about... Well originally it started as a joke between myself and some friends and finally I have been convinced to do it.

50 Shades of White is really all about the problems and situations that I, as a pathetically pale person (I'm also a ginger, lucky me...) faces in everyday life. This first post will be a quick jab at the topic.

Lets start with our skin tone.. Now for those incredibly lucky few who don't have freckles absolutely covering you, I tip my metaphorical hat to you, but for those who are like myself we are absolutely covered in freckles, I give you my sympathies. Not to mention the endless games of connect the dots our so called "friends" seem to enjoy playing through out formative years in school. 

Also lets not forget the pasty white that we are. Now yes I will say that sometimes we look as if we are a beautiful blank canvas, its a lovely shade of white but most of the time, yes we are in fact pasty A4 paper white people. It really does suck. Now as an exchange student in Germany and it just having been summer I was asked many, many, many times "how come you don't turn brown?" my simple reply of "It's just not how I am" really had no effect on these people and the question that followed my sentence was usually "But you're from Australia, aren't they all tan?". To those people I implore you to please, educate yourselves. Much of Australia's population actually originates from Europe and my heritage, if my red hair didn't give it away, is no different.

And thus gives us our very first post in 50 Shades of White...