A couple hundred years ago being pale was a sign of affluence, since it meant you didn’t have to work outside in the fields. Somewhere halfway last century it flipped around. It became an indication that you could afford vacation to places where you could tan, especially in winter times. Some people still care about shit like that.
As opposed to having dark skin, which is totally normal and never associated with any health issues, being very pale may be related to some health issues.
But in this case they are probably talking about being tanned as a beauty standard, which is stupid.
Because people really do make fun of us, unfortunately. See: the comic in the post we’re commenting on. I thought maybe it would ease up as my peers and I became adults, but, NOPE! They still make fun of me (for something I cannot control.) It’s ridiculous.
What exactly is embarrassing in being pale?
A couple hundred years ago being pale was a sign of affluence, since it meant you didn’t have to work outside in the fields. Somewhere halfway last century it flipped around. It became an indication that you could afford vacation to places where you could tan, especially in winter times. Some people still care about shit like that.
Also matters which country you’re in, since many places have the exact opposite preference.
True, most of Asia and south America still want to be pale
Idk, Skin cancer brained people are weird.
Western ideology: “You’re suppose to be as white as possible, then you’re suppose to tan that white as dark as possible.”
As opposed to having dark skin, which is totally normal and never associated with any health issues, being very pale may be related to some health issues.
But in this case they are probably talking about being tanned as a beauty standard, which is stupid.
Moronic beauty standards where you are never enough no matter what you do or what you look like.
My wife worries about it. She’s afraid people will make fun of her. Sigh
Because people really do make fun of us, unfortunately. See: the comic in the post we’re commenting on. I thought maybe it would ease up as my peers and I became adults, but, NOPE! They still make fun of me (for something I cannot control.) It’s ridiculous.