The sun grew weary of seeing men squander its light. It grew weary of seeing women squandering its light. And everyone in-between. The sun didn’t particularly see gender anyway. To be quite fair, the sun didn’t have eyes, of course, however, figuratively speaking, it felt quite upset at the way he perceived the lack of productive time on planet Earth during its all-day shift. The sun, you see, thought quite highly of itself, and could not stand the sight (figuratively speaking) of people not basking productively enough in its generous electromagnetic waves. Despite what was initially said about the sun and gender identity, in fact, it is quite a turn of events to learn that the sun wasn’t a particularly tolerant type. One could say, however, that the sun’s intolerance was indiscriminate, which, if you think about it, makes things better and worse at the same time. It’s for this reason that unfortunately, the sun’s displeasure was felt on people’s skins without exception, even by the 4am-club sort. It should not be hard then to imagine how much wearier the sun grew of sunscreen, especially when applied to the skin of sunbathing humans. It is quite ironical, all things considered, that humans have regarded sunbathing as one of the best ways to enjoy these precious electromagnetic waves…