And the sunscreen (SPF 45) tube in the center console of the Elantra. And the sunscreen (SPF 35) in the bathroom, the sunscreen tube (35) in my kitchen cabinet, the spray in my makeup case (55), and now a thin layer on my face (55). In my beach bag (55+).
This goes out with the wide sun hat I got from Amazon that lives in the passenger seat of my car. To the Tommy Bahama Beach Umbrella from Costco. To the UV protection driving gloves in my Etsy shopping cart. To the three small orange tubs of Ole Henriksen Banana Eye Cream (sponsored) in my refrigerator. I keep another wide hat in brown in my closet. On my Omnilux LED contour mask. I sculpt with my NuFace microcurrent device. On my Frownies stickers. To the thousands of people I’ve sent professional facial services to, some of whom probably should have invested in my Roth IRA.
Accutane, collagen powder, expected to be delivered to my home by USPS on Monday. The details on my phone remind me to research Fraxel laser and mini facelifts and what age groups to study.
It’s not that I see all of this as a moral failure or a waste of time and money. Undoubtedly a semi-feminist, but these purchases and practices make me happy.