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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Friday, October 14, 2011

A Wail For Pale

I think I speak on behalf of a whole lot of guys in saying that a woman needn’t fiddle around with her natural skin tone to be beautiful. Pretty is pretty, plus it has a whole lot to do with the woman inside. (Although it doesn’t hurt to laugh at our lame jokes and pretend, if need be, that you like to watch sports on TV.) Please, please don’t think you have to sport a tan to be attractive, and save the skin you’re in. Trust me, this Hotel is way overpriced and the accommodations aren’t all that swanky. I made my non-cancelable reservations decades ago as a teenage sun worshiper and lifeguard, but it’s not too late to save today’s teens and twenty-something’s from checking into this place.

I’ll send today’s homily with a new version of Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young’s “Country Girl”…


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LPl9IMuhTGA



Winding paths through clinics of glass
First tumors bloom
Now watch the reaper pass
So close to you

Too late to make a change
Too late to pray
No time to save the game
Too young to leave

No check out sign on the door set me thinking
Are Hotel guests paying the price of our skin fling
While docs give us scars and predict when we’re sinking
Folks don’t hear our cries because we don’t have that pink thing

Too late to make a change
Too late to pray
No time to save the game
Too late to make a change
Too late to pray
No time to save the game
Too young to leave

Find out that pale is the answer to cancer
That you’ll get later
She does the things that we all did before now
But who can save her?

If I could stand to see her frying
I would tell her not to dare
When she learns of all your dying
Will she join you there?

Pale skinned girl I think you're pretty
Got to make you understand
Leather skin is to be pitied
Need not be a tanning fan
Got to make you understand
Got to make you understand
Pale skinned girl ...

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