Keep The Bleach Away!

It’s winter. That means a few things…

One of those things is that I should buy stock in Cetaphil, because, yes ladies and gents, it’s eczema season.

I have pretty sensitive skin to begin with, you don’t want to know the many assorted lotions I’m horrifically allergic to, or the decidedly wonderful reaction I have to brief contact with armorall or bleach.

Anyway, back to the point of this post… Every winter I get eczema break outs pretty bad. They’re tolerable with the heavy handed slathering of Cetaphil and are generally centralized to my legs and hands (specifically the tops of my thumbs) though this year it seems to have spread to my lower torso… lame.

For about two years during the end of middle school and freshman year of high school the breakouts were horrific on my legs. I honestly thing that the disease in Cabin Fever was modeled after what I went through for those two years. Would you like to know what made two years of my life a living hell?

Gillette Shaving Crème.

If you guessed that I’m also super sensitive to that too, you’d be right. That silky smooth gel wrought havoc on my skin for too long. Luckily I – or really my dermatologist – figured it out, so I’m not still slathering up my skin with that.

And I don’t really remember how I was going to end this…

Are We Losing Our Morality?

Let me tell you a little story:

There once was a girl who, while driving to dinner with friends, saw a dog get hit by a car. It was tragic to be sure and she cried for two full hours throughout the meal with her friends. Upon leaving the restaurant, she passed a car accident and could not crane her neck far enough to abate her desire to witness a dead body.

The point I’m trying to make is that a lot of people are devaluing human life anymore. As with the story above (which is true btw) people have either become desensitized to the idea of death or maybe it’s just that we’ve gotten to the point that we don’t think of people as beings with souls when we live in a city as big as I do. You’re surrounded by strangers for most of your day. When you don’t know a person, does it make it that much easier to consider them to less than human? Or, in the story in question, is it possible that the girl was looking for death that was already there and it had nothing to do with the life that was lost?

You tell me? Are we as a society slowly losing our morality?