I was in Ireland recently, visiting my father who moved back there about 15 years ago. Killing time in Dublin before getting the coach to the airport, I was browsing the make-up counters in a department store when I was pounced upon by one of the salespeople, a woman in perhaps her late 50s, who started offering me unsolicited advice on hiding my freckles. She began dabbing orange stuff on my face, a grotesque caked-on mask, which I quickly objected to….”Oh, you don’t mind looking pale then?” she said.
I genuinely hadn’t realised that women weren’t supposed to have freckles anymore. And this was in Ireland, for God’s sake. If it’s not OK to have pale skin and freckles in Ireland, then I suspect nowhere is safe from the tyranny. The future is bright, the future is orange.
Mind you, I don’t think she was the brightest spark. When I told her I was in Ireland to visit my father she said “Is he older?” Yessss… that’s usually the way it works.