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.
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