Introduction

The "Hotel Melanoma" moniker is a metaphor for living with my particular brand of cancer. Except for those lucky few of us deemed "cured", all we cancer survivors are guests of one of the many, many branded hotels in the "Hotel Carcinoma" chain. We can check out any time we like, but we can never leave. Meanwhile, let's be livin' it up; and please support cancer education, prevention, and treatment research.



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Saturday, September 3, 2011

Pale Is No Travail


According to a recent post by The Skin Cancer Foundation, fashion and beauty insiders agree that tanning is no longer in style. (As a wannabe metrosexual, I’m so relieved.) I’ve no idea what these “insiders” had in mind when declaring that one’s natural skin tone is “in”, but they just may have unwittingly performed a public health service.

With the notable exception of the well-publicized fruitcake who blames her continued tanning on her “tanorexia” addiction, we all left our tans at the door when we checked into the Hotel Melanoma. And since there seems to be but one exit door at this Hotel, we’ve long ago embraced our paler looks as a part of the new normal. Now we know we’re once again one of the cool kids!

This puts me in a celebratory mood, so here’s some party rock and roll for your holiday weekend, The Allman Brothers’ “One Way Out”…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7TVTNl2C2iw&feature=related


Ain't but ... one way out, baby ... Lord, We just can't go out that door
Ain't but ... one way out, baby ... and Lord, We just can't go out that door
We left our tans out there ... might need tan bans I don't know

Lord, you got me trapped doctors ... up on the chemo floor
If I get through this round I won't be ... trapped no more
So raise my dosage, baby ... let it drip out soft and slow
And Lord, our children, hope they won't be
Takin' this stuff that they don't know ... no!

Oh!

Whoa!

Lord, I'm foolish ... to be here ... in the first place
I pray no one’s gonna walk in ... and take my place-uh
Ain't no way in the world ... I'm goin' out that one door
I left my tan out there ... might need tan bans ... I don't know
I left my tan out there ... might need tan bans ... I don't know
I left my tan out there ... Lawd, it just might happen to be last tan
Oh, and it juss-a a might be last tan ... mmm-mm-mmm-mm
Lawd, it juss-a might be last tan
Oh, baby, I just don't know

Oh, you tell me!

1 comment:

  1. "well-publicized fruitcake" has a lot of unknown enemies thanks to that broadcast. ;-)

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