Ok, that might be a bit of hyperbole courtesy of Glee, but as a ginger, I do sunburn quite easily.
This is not something I am unaware of. I have had my fair share of lobster moments, but after one or two of those, you become a crusader against skin cancer and the poster child for Coppertone. You always have a bottle of sunblock in your bag and encourage (read: scold) your friends to apply it liberally, lest they someday find an irregularly shaped mole.
But somehow, I still manage to get fairly awkward sunburns on a fairly regular basis. Usually before important life events where many photos will be taken, i.e…
Seriously, HOW DID THAT EVEN HAPPEN? How does one get a sunburn in that shape? I should be able to put on sunscreen evenly after 22 years of gingerhood. Apparently not.
Stupid aerosol spray sunscreen…
lol, the “Stern Burn”
Clever!
A couple weeks ago, I got a terrible sunburn – the kind that makes people come up to you and say, “What HAPPENED to you?!” – from eating lunch outside. EATING LUNCH OUTSIDE!