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October 15, 2013
Tanning salons in Manhattan couldn't look more anachronistic if they popped the collars of their Izod shirts, slid their sockless feet into penny loafers, buried their hands in the pockets of their Z. Cavaricci jeans, and flashed a Chiclet grin at their Wayfarer'd eyes in the rear-view mirror of their Volkswagen Rabbits. Has all of this turning back of the clock poppycock we've been doing all these years somehow managed to clog up the time-plumbing like so much feathered hair in the shower drain, and instead of going back in time a mere 60 minutes we've gone back 30 years?