“What you put on your skin goes directly into your body. Indeed, human autopsy studies have shown that mineral oil widely permeates our internal organs; major moisturizer brands have been found to cause tumor formation in treated animals. … When we slather these chemical concoctions onto our skin, they enter directly into the lymphatic and circulatory systems, depositing in internal organs and body fat. And unlike things you ingest orally, there is no ‘gate keeping’ liver there to protect you from these chemicals entering rapidly into your body through your skin. This is why, of course, you should never put on your body anything you can not, or would not eat.”
Edibility is a useful criterion to keep in mind, especially when you are considering buying products (like moisturizers) that are meant to be left on (and soak into) the skin.
Huh. Good to know!
So last night, I dreamed I was in “You’re All Surrounded,” which about half of you will recognize as a police procedural comedy airing now in Korea, about which we are all crazy. It is so good.
I dreamed I was the lead heroine, of course, our plucky and brave first-year cop denying a deep seated affection and attraction to my angst-ridden and brave first-year partner. We were in terrible danger.
I dreamt that we were sitting next to each other in the dark, feigning sleep on a bench inside a room. And then I knew, the way you know in dreams, that there was an intruder there with us, probably the suspect!! and I squeezed my hand, which was on my angst-ridden but brave first-year partner’s knee, but got no response.
Just then, a shadow loomed over me and that’s when I realized that I was paralyzed. With a force of will you would not believe I forced my arm up to grab the guy and in doing so, woke up.
That’s when I discovered that I was paralyzed because I was asleep, and my partner’s knee was actually the corner of the mattress. That’s the first time I forced myself to wake up, though I didn’t realize at the time that’s what I was doing. I guess it’s more fair to say that’s the first time I became conscious of, and resisted, the physical effects of sleeping.
I’m glad I figured out that it was a dream almost immediately. My heart goes out to people who suffer from sleep paralysis and other disorders, because I came out of that dream in a state where I was ready to do some damage, let me tell you. Scary stuff.
So then I got up and had a drink and chilled out for a bit. When I fell back asleep again, I dreamt that some drunk brat was pissing on a wall and it ricocheted onto my denim jacket. And they were all: ha ha what do you expect, bitch? Proceeded to lose my shit on those punks.
I am very angry! Which is weird, because I’m actually very happy.
Alright. You bastards have kept me up late enough.