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January 12, 2005
I have a serious tanning addiction. Skin cancer runs on my mother's side, and still I go, at least once a week.

I read articles in Cosmo about woman who can't go outdoors without 75 SPF sunblock. I see 50-year-old women wandering around the mall looking like old wrinkled leather bags.

Still I go.

I know it is my own fault, yet as I undress in the tanning booth, and spot the warning sign advising customers of the dangers of UV rays, I curse the salon for the guilt trip.

I pay you, damnit! Let me kill myself in peace!