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Sunday, March 28, 2010

Adventures in Self-Tanning

As many of you may or may not know, I am somewhat of a DIY-beauty fanatic. I'm also frugal and I can't really afford expensive trips to the salon. It's quite possible that these characteristics go hand in hand.

Despite how much I love the warm, relaxing environment of the tanning bed, I've decided for my health and my budget, I will forgo the urge to tan indoors. I wanted to try a spray tan at first because I thought I had a coupon for Planet Beach...but turns out, I could only use it for a massage (which I will certainly be getting after Casino Night). I briefly considered actually paying real money for a spray tan ($25 dollars at Planet Beach) but decided to go the self-tanner route.

I put a lot of research into deciding what product I wanted to use but Target's selection was surprisingly minimal, so I went with L'Oreal Sublime Bronze because it was only 8.50 and the other (albeit cheaper) variety looked sketchy.

As most magazines and beauty experts would tell you, there are two things you must do if you want to achieve a good at-home tan: exfoliate and moisturize.

My roommate/friend makes this awesome scrub from the Big Ass Book of Crafts and I think there's peppermint oil or something in it... Anyway, I scrubbed my whole body raw and removed a whole winter's worth of dead skin.

Afterward, I came to the conclusion that I probably hadn't moisturized my legs in a very long time. As Janelle said, "You should probably start a regular lotion routine" before attempting to self-tan.

I tried a quick fix by loading my legs up with Vaseline and then applied the Sublime Bronze.

This is what I got:


Streaky legs, bright orange hands and spots on my arms. I read somewhere that you can get rid of self-tanner stains by using rubbing alcohol so I sent out a mass text message. In hindsight, a bad idea. Most people assumed I was in some sort of medical crisis.

The rubbing alcohol didn't actually work. So I basically put on more self-tanner until the color was even and I think it turned out well. I'm supposed to apply it once or twice a week to maintain my glow.

You know you're completely codependent with your roommate when she's the person responsible for tanning your back.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

I'm Minnesota Nice

So today, working on day-desk I made my first trip to the Capitol but this not another opportunity to gush about how much I love my job. Today, I am addressing public transportation of the Twin Cities.

I love MetroTransit. I meet all sorts of interesting people and generally get to the places I need to be with little cost or hassle. I often assume it is safer than me driving as the last time I drove, I had a terrible fender bender that cost me $500.

But today was the first time I have ever felt completely uncomfortable. I was relentlessly harassed by TWO different men despite my best efforts to ignore them.

The 16---A Dialogue Play

Scene: A college student (ME:tall, blond, wearing a green coat and pencil skirt) boards the bus and finds a seat to herself. A man (short, about 55, wearing a black leather jacket) takes the seat next to her.

Man: Mind if I join you?

Me: (blinks) Oh no, go ahead. (I smile, not realizing it was a mistake)

Man:(mutters something completely inaudible, then turns to me)I mean, you're blinding me.

Me: Excuse me?

Man: I mean, that(pointing to me)is Minnesota Nice.

Me: Oh no...(slight laugh, looking down)

Man: Are you cold? It's cold right? You all bundled up.

Me: I'm not cold. Well, I was outside. It's cold waiting for the bus.

Man: We could make other arrangements.

Me: (I ignore this statement because I do not understand)

Man: You know, you're a flower. And I'm a weed.

Me: Excuse me?

Man: You know what weeds do to flowers? Choke them. I just wanna put my arms around you.

Me: No, thank you.

Man: Your phone is pink, you real girly. You need a man to rough you up. I need that feminine touch. (This statement is ignored)

Man: Are you a secretary? We can make arrangements and you can make a lot more money...(laughs)

Man: I can teach you how to shake it, girl. (Man realizes it is his stop and exits the bus)

And then, the man in front of me turned around and said, "Don't you just love riding the bus?"

I wouldn't ride the 16 alone at night.