Lately I have been pondering the pigment of my skin, and by that I mean the almost mahogany shade that comes from many hours in the sun. In the past I always considered having an olive complexion, as being blessed indeed. I took great delight in watching as my skins shade slowly deepened and took on the glow of being sun kissed. Then one evening I was skimming through a recipe book about chocolate, when I realized that my once beloved skin was almost the same shade. The whole absurdity of it all hit me, most humans, (Americans to be precise) will stop at nothing to be tan, even though it sort of looks ridiculous. Desirable as it is, the whole idea of being tan is a tad abnormal. The more I think about it I realize that I look like a chocolate truffle, or a roast. Thus evolution takes a new path, as humans become more and more like the food they love to consume.
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