Thanks to my favorite little Italian meatball Snooki, being orange and a little overcooked from the tanner is back in style. The Jersey Shore series has helped sell tanning packages all over the nation, and despite a recent increase in tax on tanning, young adults are getting their bronze on and people are loving it. The irony in this recent pop culture sensation and newly invigorated fake n' bake trend, is that I am no longer Fried Weiss.
I mean this in a profound way that goes beyond the maiden name being dropped. I am no longer too tan, and every single day I struggle with the impulse to use my once unlimited gold package to Hollywood Tan. On Thursdays, when I watch the fist pumping cast of Jersey Shore, I feel pangs of jealousy when they GTL. I only GL now, well G since I use a wash n' fold. But I see the way America looks up to those fried Italianos, and I miss it.
I promised a lot of people, including my boss (who was sick of getting proposals to approve with orange finger prints on them), that I would stop visiting tanning beds when the recent health reports came out. I also promised my husband who became concerned that tanning encouraged my 5-bronzer make-up routine in the morning, which was also becoming a problem for my cat, who started to turn a dusty orange hue from the bedroom carpet. I promised my friends, my co-workers, even my clients, that the Fried Weiss they once knew, was gone and would never return.
LeaveItToStever, the blog, will still have the same old crap on it. Stories about my fat cat, conversations overheard in my office, and a lot of blabbing about nothing that only my friends and/or people who are bored at work would care to read. I may have a new last name, a new blog title, and a new skin tone, but nothing has changed. I am still a little awkward, sometimes funny, but now, with a whole lotta Snooki-envy.
