I was going to leave this one alone, but I just had to say something after reading this tripe from Sammy Sosa:
We send only our best wishes for you to stay young long after the tubes of anti-aging cream are squeezed dry.(Source)
That's what all this silliness is about, folks -- a harmlessly vain Sosa feeling as equipped as Kevin Gregg for the late inning of life.
Years in baseball's spotlight damaged Sosa's ego more than his skin. The skin-lightening product Sosa is believed to be putting on his face twice a day is best known throughout the United Kingdom for its anti-aging effects.
So the creepy picture of Sosa at the Latin Grammys looking like the latest addition to Madame Tussauds wax museum has little to do with too much day baseball at Wrigley Field. Sosa's explanation to a Hispanic TV show that he needs the special cream to combat "playing at 1:20 p.m. in Chicago for 19 years," frankly seems, um, beyond the pale.
Negro, por favor! We all know exactly why you picked that cream. Anti-aging my ass.
This summer I was a staple at the pool, and I sure did get a shade darker. Tan lines were in full effect for my high school reunion. The contrast was pretty damned amazing, making even a Mr. Slim, who basically cooked like bacon, stop and pause.
I understand that the brother may have gotten darker after playing in the sun for so long, but I'm not buying that as the reason.
First, he has a conk (relaxer) in his hair. If he doesn't, he sure does try hard to straighten it. Second, he's eschewed his natural eye color for contacts. It appears as though he can't leave home without them, and now this.
WE DON'T BELIEVE YOU! YOU NEED MORE PEOPLE!
It's sad more than anything and telling that no matter how rich and famous one might be, colorism is still a real bitch. Money can't buy you love...or even love for self.
Besides, what does he need anti-aging for? Black don't crack, son! Sphere: Related Content
