Perspective Makes a Difference

I fully intended my last post to be the final one until I return from holoholo. Then I came across this post and commentary over at Dalrock's...plans change.
 
The metaphor offered by Dalrock was good, but Anonymous Reader's addendum made it into a brilliant must-read. Since the commentary is buried in Dalrock's always massive comment threads, I've taken a page from the Private Man and am posting it here.




Dalrock's metaphor:

I don’t have time to really do this justice, but I’ll take a quick shot at it. I share your view in wanting marriage for both men and women. This is why I write on the topics I write about. Marriage is too essential to turn our backs on, even though it has suffered great violence from the culture, the state, and a treacherous church. The analogy I’ll offer isn’t perfect but hopefully gets the basic idea across.

Those of us who are happily married are sitting in a fine restaurant, enjoying our meals. Outside are a crowd of would be patrons, but the restaurant is full and they won’t be seated. However, the crowd outside decides to make the best of it. They set up a grill and hold an impromptu cookout. Some number of them comment that they wouldn’t trade sitting in our boring stuffy restaurant for the experience of cooking and eating in the outdoors with the company of the rest of the crowd.

While I think the restaurant is better, I’m not going to call out to them, to try to convince them that they really should regret that they didn’t get a table. Instead I’m going to focus what influence I have on making that option available to more diners. I’ll try to get the restaurant down the street to start following the health codes so they don’t poison people. But to do that first I have to take on the corrupt health inspector (the church), etc.

Besides, who am I to tell the people making the best of the cookout that they don’t really enjoy being there more than they would enjoy being in the restaurant? Not all of us have the same tastes. Given the lack of options, I truly hope that the cookout is what makes them happy. If someone wants to know how they can get a table I’ll offer the best advice I have on finding one, including advice on avoiding restaurants like the one down the street.

 The lack of open tables at the restaurant is visible in the data I’ve shown here, both in delayed marriage trends by women and in the kicking of fathers out of the home. Not everyone gets this “food poisoning”, but those who do can suffer immensely.

 

 Follow up comment from Anonymous Reader:

Dalrock, although your analogy is interesting, it is incomplete. You need to include the whole picture.

And that is, some number of couples in the restaurant suddenly leave; the woman stands up, shrieks to the management that her escort is simply beastly, and a couple of pug-ugly bouncers come, rough him up, take his wallet, beat the snot out of him, and throw him out the back door into the alley. She stays for a while, paying for the meal out of his wallet, and then slowly walks out the front door, to cruise around the barbecue grills for a while.

And everyone pretends nothing just happened, although some murmur of “what did HE do?” floats ’round the room. For some odd reason, there are more and more empty tables in this restaurant. Fewer customers are coming in the front door. Business is down.

The restaurant manager worries out loud that his business isn’t going well. But his bouncers continue to beat, rob, and eject men any time a woman demands it. Those men at the barbecue grills? More than a few of them used to eat in the restaurant. But after getting beaten up, robbed, beaten up some more and thrown away in to the alley, they don’t much care for restaurant food any more. They regard it as too expensive, one way or another.

There is another group circulating around the barbecue grills, and out into the street. These are women who alternate between snacking at the barbecue grills, and importuning men to take them into the restaurant. They insist they only want good restaurant food, as they wipe the grease from the barbeque off of their fingers.

Some of these women used to eat in the restaurant, but decided to have their escorts beaten and robbed. For some reason they find it a bit more difficult to get an escort back into the restaurant than previously was the case.

 There’s also a shadowy crowd out beyond the barbecue grills that most diners in the restaurant can’t see. This crowd is almost entirely men. Many of them are young, but some are middle-aged or even old. No way they get into the restaurant. Although some of them used to eat there, before they got beaten up, robbed, and thrown into the alley. And nobody wants them too close to the barbecue grills, either. The women who eat at the grills and want into the restaurant scorn them. These men exist in the shadows, chewing on a dried out piece of jerky.

Every once in a while, some fat guy from the restaurant management strolls outside, and hollers at all the men in the street: “HEY ! Why don’t you Man UP and find a nice lady to escort into this restaurant? The food is great! And if you get beaten, robbed and thrown in the alley it’s all your fault! C’mon in! Be a man!” Most of the women stand with him, and echo his “Man UP!” call, ululating in chorus. The barbecue crowd jeers at him. The men in the shadows gnaw on their dried out jerky and stare at him in utter silence. He goes back into the failing restaurant and tells everyone inside how great the service is. As he speaks, another male patron is beaten, robbed, and as he’s being ejected out the back door he grabs a knife in the kitchen, then stabs himself in the heart and dies in the alley. No one in the restaurant one says a word, everyone looks away and pretends nothing just happened.

I believe this fills out the scenario a bit. How one views the restaurant depends on where one stands. Sitting in a cozy booth in the back, with family all around, the restaurant is a great place. Standing outside by the barbecue grills, the restaurant may look too expensive, the dress code too stuffy. From across the street in the shadows the restaurant looks good, but seeing man after man being beaten, robbed, and thrown away into a dumpster-strewn alley leads to a different perspective on the restaurant than one might get in the cozy back booth.

The view from the backside of the restaurant, the alley? Standing outside, with empty pockets, black eyes, and a broken nose & fingers, the restaurant is a crooked deal, run by thieves, cheats, and liars.

Perspective makes a difference.



Yes, Anonymous Reader, it most certainly does. Well done. Now, to rip riff off of this metaphor courtesy of Dal and AR...

"No one in the restaurant one says a word, everyone looks away and pretends nothing just happened." 

There are a few of us restaurant patrons, sitting in our cozy booths enjoying our meals with our families...but we are also noting the way the management and the bouncers are mistreating their male patrons...we, the married manosphere denizens like Dalrock, Ulysses, Rollo, Alkibiades, Athol - we're not just sitting in the restaurant enjoying our meals, we're trying to warn other patrons about the dangers of the management, as well as telling the men outside the establishment that while the possibility of a great meal can be had inside, there is a lot of risks you run in coming to the table.

Everyman on the outside, whether you are eating at the barbecue grills or standing out in the shadows eating your dried jerky, has contemplated the possibilities of making a reservation and entering the establishment.

No man should ever make that reservation, unless he first consults the dining guide and makes an honest assessment of his potential dinner companion before entering the establishment.

Once you're in, do your best to enjoy your meal...but keep a wary eye out for the bouncers and choose your food with care to avoid food poisoning. A family meal in one of those booths can be a very rewarding and enjoyable experience...but that doesn't mean it's the only way to eat.


The only reason any man should ever get married in this day and age, is to have children...it's pointless to enter the restaurant to get a table only for two and stay there until your done eating. The only point you should ever eat at the restaurant is to get to one of those cozy booths. Even then, any man contemplating taking that route, MUST come to terms with the reality of how the Restaurant really operates before they decide if they really do want to make a reservation for a table. Otherwise you'd be better off sticking to the barbecue grills outside and avoid the management and their dastardly bouncers.

Oh, and by the way, this restaurant has a name. It's called "Brave New World Order," and it advertises a menu titled "Marriage 1.0." But here is the real menu, the ones the cooks actually use to make the food in the back.

Order your meal with great care, or stick to barbecuing or eating jerky.




ADDENDUM

Heh, some other well known commenters in the manosphere over at The Private man's and Dalrock's have also contributed their own thoughts on this great analogy.

Infantry:


More like takeaway from the Restaurant. The guy gets his food, but doesn’t have to escort a woman in. No risk of being roughed up and robbed. Doesn’t have to wait in the long long grill lines that are skipped by women who get served immediately at the grills.

Of course the women losing their chance at men who could possibly escort them in complain to the restaurant management to shut down the takeaway window. The management, seeing a chance at increasing their patronage with serving twice as many meals agrees with the women. No more takeaway, unless the men go into the dangerous alley and get the chef’s assistant to do quick illicit deals for food out the back door.

Still a good deal for the men not willing to wait in the long lines for the grills, even if they have to dodge the bouncers who occassionally check the kitchen.

Of course I’m one of the guys charming the ladies to buy me food from the grill so I don’t have to wait in the queues. At least until I can find someone worth taking into the restaurant.

M.W.:


And what has changed in the past few years? Someone installed a CCTV (the internet) in the alley, and now the men outside can see the beatings that previously happened out of view.

Days of a Broken Arrow:

The restaurant is getting bad reviews by online critics who say its the dining equivalent of a chick flick. So fewer and fewer men start attempting to go in. Alas, we have female diners reading magazines, self-help books, and watching “Oprah,” trying to figure out how to get a man to take them into the restaurant. A gigantic industry springs up teaching women how to get taken into the restaurant.

Soon after, people start missing the point, thinking that the very act of being taken to the restaurant is more important than the dining itself. Few people learn that in order to eat in a restaurant you need table manners, proper hygiene, and a knowledge of what food actually is. So on the rare occasion when women do get taken to the restaurant, things usually fall apart because no one knows how to make the dining experience work when they get in. Ordering everything for yourself and being a glutton is not the route to a good meal. Running up tabs you can’t pay is not good either. And flirting with the waiter or making it with the cook in the bathroom is also very bad.

When clergy catch wind of all this, the decide to back the restaurant and declare the fast food men now prefer as “sinful.” They begin shaming men for eating it, saying that it’s morally right to only eat in the restaurant. But the men have already read too many Internet reviews of the restaurant to believe the clergy anymore.

deti:

And the men in the shadows, persona non grata in the restaurant and at the grill, all talk about what REALLY happens in the restaurant.

The men at the grill eat the barbeque and occasionally talk to the men across the street about how the quality of the meat being grilled is steadily declining. But, the men at the grill continue to eat the ever-toughening and ever-cheaper meat, because they can, and because it’s what is available.

ballista74:

Remember most of us are not the ones eating happily in the restaurant. Most of us are the ones that never got to go in, got in, got beaten up, robbed, and thrown out, or the ones beyond the grills, or the ones that stood closeby enough to see all this going on and value our lives too much to even try going in.

Hau'oli La Makuakane

A Toast for Fathers Everywhere

For the astute readers, no doubt you can intuit the meaning of the title of this post.

For the benefit of mentally challenged feminists, politically correct progressive liberals and neo-so-conned white knights of Churchianity and other deluded fools, that's Hawaiian for "Happy Father's Day."

This is my second Father's day since joining the club of Parenthood, and I write this post with my progeny on my lap, having to constantly correct the typos generated from rambunctious hands enthusiastically attempting to simulate Daddy's behavior as a keyboard warrior.

Blogging has been sparse, because I've been preparing for an upcoming excursion.

Or as we say here on our island in the middle of the sea..."My 'ohana  goin' holoholo!"

It shall be my first time visiting a third world country, and I shall be gone until after July 4th. Perhaps I may find an internet cafe on my travels and find a moment to log in and post from a far away locale.

Most likely not.

But before I go, on this day, I would like to tip my Glencairn glass filled with a dram of some of Scotland's finest single malts, Ardbeg Uigeadail, in honor of all the Father's out there, doing what has become one of the hardest jobs in today's Brave New World Order - being a real Father to your children as best as you can be.

I've done many things in my life, I've traveled a lot,  met many new and interesting folks wherever I've gone.

I've discovered that "I'm from Hawaii" is my gold standard opener to strangers in bars and pubs, and is good for at least one round of free drinks and interesting conversation everywhere I've been on the planet (we'll see how that works out on my first vacation to a non-english speaking country.)

I can honestly look back on my life and feel a sense of satisfaction and pride in my many personal accomplishments and experiences.

I can also say that it all pales in comparison to the joys of having and raising your own offspring. Everyday as a Father has been invaluable and rewarding experience. Money, career success, having lots of friends, international traveling. -- all the things for which our socially engineered society sells as "personal fulfilment" to get people to chase materialistic consumerism as the path to happiness --pales in comparison to having the experience of lots of meaningful time and developing a real human bond that comes from quality time spent raising your offspring.

To the Father's who have been alienated, kicked out of your children's lives or had them forcibly taken from you, I only offer this as hope: if you were truly treated with injustice by the mother of your kid(s) and the State, bide your time and do the best you can do to survive the pain. The truth eventually comes out, and your formerly alienated children will seek you out when they get older. I've got two friends who've gone through the fire...but have emerged in the end, exonerated and reunited with their adult children, while the ex-wives ended up reviled and despised once the kids gain a true understanding of just who it was that destroyed their family homes. Seeing the pain of their experiences up close has been one of the things that has kept me pounding away on my keyboard at this blog for all these years.

Disenfranchised Father's, keep your head up! You will have your day of redemption.



With the end of In Mala Fide, many of us in this fringe outpost of teh interwebz are gonna miss the weekly LIGFY readings Ferd used to provide. H/T to Donlak and Will S. for pointing out a newcomer to the 'sphere who decided to shamelessly rip off Mr. Bardamu.

Welcome to the manosphere, TheGentlemenPoet, and thanks for picking up Ferd's baton and running with it!



So to all my readers, thanks for sticking around. Hope you'll still be here when I get back from holoholo...



A hui hou!

American Sheeple: Human Resources & Consumers

Richard Nikoley of Free the Animal, did a post comparing the Mediterranean lifestyle compared to the American lifestyle, and apparently a commmenter who has lived in both Italy and America weighed in on the topic at his own blog, entitled: A Brief Rant About America:

The one thing that Italy has that America lacks is a culture that is not entirely dominated by the “machine” (the technological complex that demands hours of work on a treadmill every day to keep crappy consumerism alive so that our survival becomes dependent on businessmen making money). In Italy, people aim to live like human beings: they don’t work like maniacs; they don’t eat like maniacs; they go bankrupt and don’t care. When the American dream (of a career selling crap to people who don’t need it) becomes an impossible nightmare for them, they retreat to the fields and become shepherds — instead of camping out on Wall Street and demanding handouts from their fatcat overlords.

Great start to a rant, but the American dream needs an addendum here:

...of a career selling crap to people who don’t need it, so that they can service their own debt they used to buy crap they don't need either.

In America, we are still living with the kind of idiotic mindset that makes work a virtue for its own sake. We work really hard at tasks, so hard that we cannot be bothered to stop when feedback indicates that we are digging ourselves into an impossible hole (creating hell instead of heaven). We value effort over achievement, profit over sustainability, size over function, specialization and concentration over tinkering and liberal understanding. We go to school to become cogs in “the machine” — to turn our brains off of human concerns so that we can dedicate them wholly to minute tasks that make money for businessmen (for the most part: some of us do dodge the bullet! but we see those who don’t in our classrooms, our churches, our workplaces, our gyms, our hospitals, and so on). We work to “do a job” that we frequently couldn’t care less about, probably because it is usually as boring as heck (with its primary contribution to humanity being the perpetuation of busywork, which we worship with religious fervor).

Good rant. What he really notices here is nothing more than the influence of the Corporatist/Fascist machine that is the SYSTEM that America operates in. Education and mass media influence are all designed to instill two primary ethos in us all: to become materialistic consumers of corporate products and services, and to become the HUMAN RESOURCES that serve as the cogs and wheels of the machine that provides those goods and services to feed that corporate mass media driven, consumerist ideal.

Side note on my strange position between conservatism and liberalism.  It is really funny.  Everyone firmly on one side sees all these nefarious conspiracies on the other: depending on which set of friends I talk with on any given day, I am alternately a card-carrying member of the KKK or the Weathermen -- a reactionary fascist who loves big business or a fire-breathing communist determined to make sure every kindergartner in America knows how to have anal sex.  What nonsense!  There are not really vast grassroots conspiracies in American politics, in my experience: just people at the top exploiting people at the bottom in tried and true ways to maintain their position, throwing the occasional bone to an ideological cause they believe in "because that's the right thing to do" -- as it is, sometimes. 

Precisely. There is no real, substantial difference between "conservatism" and "liberalism" at this point in time. They are both two sides of the same coin - the right and left hands of the same leviathan, the all consuming, forever expanding Government/Corporate conglomerate that seeks to enslave us all.

The Tyranny of Usury

I read the Protocols of the Learned Elders of Zion quite some time ago, but never really blogged about them before, mostly to avoid being labelled an "anti-semite." Ah well, since I've already crossed the Jewbicon...

Consider the following from the infamous "forgery,"  Protocol 20 -

What also indeed is, in substance, a loan, especially a foreign loan? A loan is - an issue of government bills of exchange containing a percentage obligation commensurate to the sum of the loan capital. If the loan bears a charge of 5 per cent, then in twenty years the State vainly pays away in interest a sum equal to the loan borrowed, in forty years it is paying a double sum, in sixty - treble, and all the while the debt remains an unpaid debt.

From this calculation it is obvious that with any form of taxation per head the State is baling out the last coppers of the poor taxpayers in order to settle accounts with wealthy foreigners, from whom it has borrowed money instead of collecting these coppers for its own needs without the additional interest.

Now were these preceding paragraphs really a forgery? Does it matter? They sure seem to accurately account for the current state of all Western Nation's that have Central Banks in charge of their monetary policies. To reiterate the primary protocol:

"...the State vainly pays away in interest a sum equal to the loan borrowed, in forty years it is paying a double sum, in sixty - treble, and all the while the debt remains an unpaid debt." 

Forgery? Really?
 

How much is our National Debt Service? Stated another way, how much is the interest on the United States’ National Debt? In the fiscal year ended September 30, 2009, the interest on the national debt was $383 billion, making Interest Expense one of the largest components of the federal budget. In fact, interest on the national debt accounted for over 27% of our 2009 federal budget deficit. That’s a lot of “National Debt Service”, but it could have been much worse.

3 years later, it certainly has become much worse.

Here are some questions to consider:

Who's the top owner of US debt? The Federal Reserve.

Who owns the Federal Reserve? According to researcher and writer Dean Henderson,

My queries to bank regulatory agencies regarding stock ownership in the top 25 US bank holding companies were given Freedom of Information Act status, before being denied on “national security” grounds. This is rather ironic, since many of the bank’s stockholders reside in Europe. One important repository for the wealth of the global oligarchy that owns these bank holding companies is US Trust Corporation – founded in 1853 and now owned by Bank of America. A recent US Trust Corporate Director and Honorary Trustee was Walter Rothschild. Other directors included Daniel Davison of JP Morgan Chase, Richard Tucker of Exxon Mobil, Daniel Roberts of Citigroup and Marshall Schwartz of Morgan Stanley. [2]

J. W. McCallister, an oil industry insider with House of Saud connections, wrote in The Grim Reaper that information he acquired from Saudi bankers cited 80% ownership of the New York Federal Reserve Bank- by far the most powerful Fed branch- by just eight families, four of which reside in the US. They are the Goldman Sachs, Rockefellers, Lehmans and Kuhn Loebs of New York; the Rothschilds of Paris and London; the Warburgs of Hamburg; the Lazards of Paris; and the Israel Moses Seifs of Rome.

CPA Thomas D. Schauf corroborates McCallister’s claims, adding that ten banks control all twelve Federal Reserve Bank branches. He names N.M. Rothschild of London, Rothschild Bank of Berlin, Warburg Bank of Hamburg, Warburg Bank of Amsterdam, Lehman Brothers of New York, Lazard Brothers of Paris, Kuhn Loeb Bank of New York, Israel Moses Seif Bank of Italy, Goldman Sachs of New York and JP Morgan Chase Bank of New York. Schauf lists William Rockefeller, Paul Warburg, Jacob Schiff and James Stillman as individuals who own large shares of the Fed. [3] The Schiffs are insiders at Kuhn Loeb. The Stillmans are Citigroup insiders, who married into the Rockefeller clan at the turn of the century.

Eustace Mullins came to the same conclusions in his book The Secrets of the Federal Reserve, in which he displays charts connecting the Fed and its member banks to the families of Rothschild, Warburg, Rockefeller and the others. [4] The control that these banking families exert over the global economy cannot be overstated and is quite intentionally shrouded in secrecy. Their corporate media arm is quick to discredit any information exposing this private central banking cartel as “conspiracy theory”. Yet the facts remain.

Yes, the facts remain. The Protocols of the Learned Elders of Zion have turned out to actually be The Protocols of the Learned Elders of Rothschild.

Here's the famous quote of the man who's portrait graces this post: "Give me control of a nation's money and I care not who makes the laws."

 Mayer Amschel Rothschild

He was the founder of the Rothschild family international banking dynasty that became the most successful business family in history. In 2005, he was ranked 7th on the Forbes magazine list of "The Twenty Most Influential Businessmen Of All Time". The business magazine referred to him as a "founding father of international finance".[1]

Thanks to a narrative promulgated by the corporate mass media, merely mentioning the name "Rothschild" or "Rockefeller" means anything you are discussing is automatically discredited as "crazy conspiracy theory."

Yet the facts remain.

Paleo Radiation Therapy

Now what the hell is "Paleo" Radiation Therapy? It's simple, it's free, and when combined with loosely adhered to "Paleo" diet principles, results in achieving optimal health for those who do it on a regular basis!

To be more precise: Paleo Solar Radiation Therapy -- aka sunbathing without sunscreen at high noon.

Gratuitous, misogynistic and exploitative photo of Paleo Radiation Therapy in action!

 
Vitamin D is the keystone nutrient. You can eat the healthiest human diet possible, exercise regularly and get a good nights sleep every night....but develop a Vitamin D deficiency, and you will eventually get sick.

Guaranteed.

The best source of Vitamin D, is giving your bare skin direct exposure to the full spectrum of solar radiation when the sun is directly overhead your given latitude on the planet.

In most places, this is the 10:00am - 4:00pm window for which all the Brave New World Order healthcareindustry representatives and propaganda organs tell us we should try to avoid as much as possible, and that if we must go outdoors during that time period, we must cover up as much as possible and slather on the sunscreen.

Think I'm exaggerating? Here's the top 5 search results I got for googling "Prevent Skin Cancer"

Center for Disease CONTROL - "The hours between 10 a.m. and 4 p.m. daylight savings time (9 a.m. to 3 p.m. standard time) are the most hazardous for UV exposure outdoors in the continental United States."

WebMD - "Avoid direct sun exposure as much as possible during peak UV radiation hours between 10:00 a.m. and 3:00 p.m."

ThirdAge.com - "Try to avoid sun exposure between 10 a.m. and 4 p.m. This is when the sun's rays are most damaging."

FamilyDoctor.org - "Avoid the sun. Sunlight damages your skin. The sun is strongest during the middle of the day, between 10 a.m. and 4 p.m. During these hours, the sun can do the most damage to your skin."

About.com - "Avoid going outdoors from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m. This is when the sun's rays are brightest, causing the most damage to skin. If you have to go outdoors, be sure to lather on sunscreen."

This, we are told, is to protect us from developing skin cancer decades later, due to the damage that comes from supposedly getting too many sunburns in our careless youth.

Every single weather report on the local news channels in Hawaii will always have the weatherman advising to not forget the sunscreen if the forecast is for sunny weather. When I say always, I mean ALWAYS. I cannot recall a single instance in the past decade for which the TV weatherman has not trotted out the old sunscreen advisory.

Hmmmm.....stay out of the mid-day sun! If you must, wear hats, long sleeves and don't forget the sunscreen!

This is the conventional wisdom of our mass media healthcare narrative, is it not?

But wait a minute - Sunscreen blocks out solar radiation, which MAY help prevent sunburn...but the most important thing you need to realize is that it also prevents your skin from manufacturing the Vitamin D that is so vital to every single aspect of your health. Even Winston Wiki over at the Ministry of Truth admits it!


This is essentially what we are really being told when we are advised to avoid the mid-day sun and to wear sunscreen at all times:

THIS IS DISINFORMATION DESIGNED TO MAKE YOU BEHAVE IN A MANNER FOR WHICH YOU WILL EVENTUALLY DEVELOP SUB-CLINICAL LEVELS OF VITAMIN D PRODUCTION.

THIS WILL MAKE YOU SICK IN A MYRIAD OF WAYS FOR WHICH OUR MODERN HEALTH CARE AND PHARMACEUTICAL INDUSTRIES CAN PROFIT FROM BY TREATING THE SYMPTOMS FOR AN EXTENDED PERIOD OF TIME, RIGHT UP UNTIL THE DAY YOU DIE.

YOU WILL BE KEPT ON MAINTENANCE MEDICATIONS THAT ALLEVIATE THE SYMPTOMS AS LONG AS YOU TAKE THEM, BUT YOUR FUNDAMENTAL ISSUE (VITAMIN D DEFICIENCY) WILL NEVER BE FIXED AS LONG AS YOU DO YOUR BEST TO FOLLOW THIS DISINFORMATION TO "FIGHT SKIN CANCER!"

For those of us in the equatorial and northern hemisphere of the planet, we are in the beginning days of summer. NOW is the best time to get your daily dosage of vitamin D.

The HEALTHY TAN is NOT an oxymoron...it's the literal truth. A healthy tan indicates optimal vitamin D levels.

You only need to sunbathe for 15 - 45 minutes a day at mid-day to develop a nice tan. Even though you're sunbathing when we are told not to, and you are not wearing the sunscreen protection we are told we should, you still want to avoid getting sunburned (duh...of course, who likes sunburns?).

Just keep your awareness about your level of solar radiation tolerance. Sun bathe until you start to sweat...once your skin BEGINS to get pink, you're approaching your personal "burn zone."

As you develop your tan over a period of weeks, you'll be able to slowly increase your tolerance. Even the most paleface of pale faces can develop a true tolerance if they're careful, deliberate and dedicated. Even if you're not careful about your diet and you eat a lot of processed/convenience and fast foods, your sun tolerance can still be developed (it's just a lot easier if you eat a paleo diet, as a natural, real food diet is anti-inflammatory and makes your skin cells much more resilient to damage).

Mark Sisson at Mark's Daily Apple has some good advice on the kind of foods you can eat to help develop your sun tolerance.

Sun Tolerance = Optimal Vitamin D Production

 

I have a bud who is pure Norweigan blood, plantnium blonde hair and blue eyes. He's a surf fanatic, and had a melanoma removed from his face.

Funny thing was, for his entire life, he NEVER went surfing without first putting on waterproof sunscreen on. For decades. And he still got the skin cancer.

I explained to him about my philosophy and he sees my dark tan that I've had for the past year and a half now, and he decided to give my advice a go. He's now got a nice, healthy tan, and his natural sun tolerance has increased dramatically. He also no longer uses sunscreen.

Incidentally, I myself can go do yard work all day long with my shirt off, and not get sunburned. A year ago, it would not have been possible. Of course, since I live in Hawaii, I can work on my tan year round...most folks not living close to the equator simply can't during the winter and fall months. But here's the most important thing - in the past year and a half of sunbathing at mid-day at least 4-5 times a week, I have not been sunburned at all. This is the longest time period of my life in which I did not at least get even a mild sunburn.

I believe I've gotten my tolerance to solar radiation built up to the point where I can stand a full day of summer sun without burning. I no longer fear the sun.

Also, many folks who haven't seen me in awhile, all comment on my tan when I see them. They ask me if I've been going surfing alot lately or something...they don't remember me ever being so dark.  I usually just say "yeah, I've been going beach lately."

Next time, I think I'll answer with this: "I've been doing this radical new treatment called Paleo Radiation Therapy."