I love reading these every year, but I’m always too late to post. Hope I can sneak this one in!

Same. Shrieking burning pain for both me and my husband with any Neutrogena sunscreen (I feel lied to by dermatologists).

Old school drug store Oil of Olay sensitive skin moisturizer with spf 15 (there’s a 30 too, but I don’t like the feel/smell of it). Back when I used to be lazy about sunscreen, the rest of my body would be various shades of tan/red but my face stayed pale as hell thanks to it—so I know that ish works.

Thank you for reminding me that this exists:

I have zero kids. I do not and have never cared about crying babies on airplanes. Babies gonna baby, y’all. Now people with smelly food on the other hand . . .

Yep. My first (and last) journalism gig was an internship in 2001. One article I worked on was about the increasing lack of access to abortion in the South. It was supposed to be surprising at the time. We’re not running in place—we’re actively going backward.