Remember how a few years back, 
after pleading innocent to charges of child sexual abuse, Michael Jackson entertained fans by
busting a few moves
atop his SUV? I know what bothered him most when he got back home. It
wasn’t the legal fees, the prospect of jail, or an eroding fan base. Nope. He threw his glove on the nearest table,
headed straight for the mirror, and began cursing over how
much sun damage he must have suffered during his little roofwalk. See, I may not have a lot in common with the King of Pop, but
neither of us seems to be a big fan of Sir Sol. Mike gets his
sun protection from gangster hats and man-servants with umbrellas. I have
to shop elsewhere.
Needing to stay as pale as Kidman and Dunst,
I've turned to the kind of help one
can only get from Australia, a sun-scorched continent loaded with
melanin-challenged folks, and France, a country that will try anything
for the sake of beauty.L'Oreal Paris produced one of the best
sunscreen ingredients ever, and then named it the worst way. The magic ingredient is Mexoryl, loaded into L'Oreal's LaRoche-Posay brand, and called Anthelios. That is one tough combo of names for us to handle, what with our pronunciation skills pretty much maxed out at "B-a-n-a-n-a Boat."
On the other hand, "zinc oxide" I have been saying since I was old enough to stare at dreamy, white-nosed life guards. When I discovered that Australians figured out a way to fracture the zinc into particles so small that they are invisible but still effective, I did my own dance. I have tested the ZO-1, but can't quite bring myself to buy the Megan Gale line. Something about a sun screen promoted by a woman so obviously in love with baby oil and a tanning bed. Now I have a new Stateside favorite: Sunforgettable by Colorescience.
