Jun 3, 2011
“Vanity of vanities, says Qoheleth, vanity of vanities! All things are vanity!
What profit has man from all the labor which he toils at under the sun?”
Only the first line of this commonly quoted couplet from "Ecclesiastes" was on the tip of my tongue when I had a tête-à-tête with my daughter the other day. But, I couldn’t ignore the second line, which I re-discovered when I looked up the chapter and verse in response to her dismissive snort that the reference was biblical. Ironically, I was trying to persuade her to give up burning her beautiful alabaster skin in the vain attempt to get a tan.
I am not sure it is fair to those who actually toil under the sun to suggest that working at getting a suntan is actually toiling; however, for my daughter it is most certainly a labor of love — and then, later, of hate. She knows the consequences, but without fail, she lies down at every chance she gets on a towel or deck chair to read a book, rotating to make sure her skin is evenly tortured. I think it’s fair to say that she works at it pretty hard.
Each summer starts with a recurrent battle. She fights to be able to go without sunscreen in order to get a “base;” we fight unsuccessfully for her to slather on SPF 50. Covertly, she puts on, at best, 15. And, by 6:00 p.m., we are telling her “We told you so!” as she asks, “Where’s the aloe?”