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.



Tutu Brothers

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Burn! Burn! Burn!

Today’s “duh” news at The Hotel Melanoma: the indoor tanning industry is waging a slick public relations campaign to defend itself against tanning’s critics. According to an article from nbcnews.com, “[t]he industry has also gone on the offensive with tactics that appear cribbed from Big Tobacco’s playbook to undermine scientific research and fund advocacy groups serving the industry’s interests.” Read all about it at http://openchannel.nbcnews.com/_news/2012/08/23/13415540-embattled-tanning-industry-fights-back-taking-its-cues-from-big-tobacco.  I’m really, really hoping that one of these days some enterprising personal injury plaintiff’s lawyers will shove this disinformation campaign down the industry’s throat in a court of law.

For all who are buying the carcinogens this industry is peddling, my slightly fractured version of The Byrds “Turn! Turn! Turn!”…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W4ga_M5Zdn4


For every skin (Burn, Burn, Burn)
There is a session (Burn, Burn, Burn)
And a fry for every person, into leather

A time when C’s born, a time you fry
A time to plant, a time you’ll reap
A time to grill, a time to peel
A time to tan, a time you’ll weep

For every skin (Burn, Burn, Burn)
There is a session (Burn, Burn, Burn)
And a fry for every person, into leather

A time to pale up, a time to break brown
A time to scan, a time to warn
A time to blast away moles, a time to gather moles to test them

For every skin (Burn, Burn, Burn)
There is a session (Burn, Burn, Burn)
And a fry for every person, into leather

A time of gloves, a time of fate
A time of scars, a time to treat
A time you may lose race, a time to refrain from embracing

For every skin (Burn, Burn, Burn)
There is a session (Burn, Burn, Burn)
And a fry for every person, into leather

A time of pain, a time to ‘fuse
A time to mend, a time to glow
A time for meds, a time to hate
A time for pale, I swear it's not too late

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