Español In the 1970s and ’80s, the smell of piña coladas wafted through the ocean breeze at every U.S. beach. In the summers before the invention of spray-canned sunscreen, my friends and I basted ourselves with tropical-fruit-scented tanning oils in a quest for the perfect tan. We felt smugly confident we were responsibly protecting our skin from the sun’s harmful rays. After all, our Hawaiian Tropic bottles boasted a sun protection factor (SPF) of 2. You don’t have to look too closely at the Polaroid pictures from this time to see that we were effectively and efficiently deep-frying ourselves in…
