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To me, there is nothing more shameful than a sunburn. I’m an adult. I know better. I don’t even have the kind of skin that burns easily, so I have no excuse for leaving the beach with a tomato-red décolletage, my mother’s impassioned warnings against wrinkly bosoms and skin cancer and those little white dots that appear on your forearms and “never ever, ever, ever go away” echoing in my head. And yet, probably due to my failure to reapply (driven by a deeply ingrained distaste for slathering sticky greasy globs all over my body in a place filled with sand), I keep getting sunburns.
That is, until this summer, when I met Vacation’s new sunscreen, Classic Whip SPF 30. Housed in what resembles a red-topped Reddi-Wip bottle with a sexy retro label, this sunscreen looks and feels like actual whipped cream. I never thought I’d say this, but Classic Whip is a sunscreen I actually enjoy putting on, even at the sandy, sandy beach. It spreads easily (use one ping pong ball-sized dollop per limb or a tennis ball-sized dollop for your whole body) and leaves a satiny finish that makes me feel like I could just maybe be considered as a backup lifeguard on Baywatch. The whole vibe of the branding is quite Baywatch-adjacent, actually, and I like that about it. Even the guy searching my bag at the fancy rooftop pool full of influencers that I somehow finagled my way into last weekend was impressed by this sunscreen.
Instead of being sticky and greasy (like other allegedly “whipped” sunscreens I have tried) this Vacation sunscreen is silky smooth, light as a cloud, and rubs clear in seconds rather than endless-feeling minutes. It contains skin-soothing aloe vera, coconut oil, shea butter, and vitamin E, and it resists water for up to 80 minutes. It's free from oxybenzone and octinoxate (chemicals that bleach coral and fill our oceans with despair) and smells deliciously of coconuts and bananas and marshmallows—like those scented My Little Ponies that I used to chew on as a kid. It’s a fragrance. It’s a conversation starter. It’s a fashion statement. It will save my bosom, and maybe yours too.