The NY Times has an online article that will probably get the reporter, Natasha Singer, killed by a contract assassin employed by Lancôme or La Mer (you remember that scene at the beginning of Zoolander, where all the heads of major fashion houses are plotting to kill the prime minister of Malaysia? Kind of like that, but with one of the Lauders at the helm).

The basic message of the article is that you can pretty much care for your skin using soap, water, and sunscreen. If this turns out to be true, I imagine that the Earth is about to careen into the sun any minute now.

They [dermatologists] are prescribing simplified skin-care routines requiring at most three steps: soap; sunscreen every day, no matter the weather or the season; and, if necessary, a product tailored to specific skin needs, whether a cream for pimples or pigmented spots, or a vitamin-enriched moisturizer for aging skin. Each product, they say, can be bought at drugstores for $30 or less.

Actually, this is the skincare regime that I employed when I was growing up, and I was blessed with clear skin until I was 25, when I suddenly started breaking out all over the place like Puberty Boy on The Simpsons. Since then, I've spent a fortune on washes, creams, potions, lotions, astringents, removers, exfoliators, and finally, ProActiv (I bought the starter pack, which got rid of my pimples, but also caused my face to be red and scaly for two weeks - I can now only use the treatment once a week or so).

Anyway, I've been thinking for a while about getting rid of the mess that is my skin care regimen and try the whole wash-n-sunscreen method, but I was dreading the thought of not being able to smell the sweet, sweet scent of my Shiseido freckle-reducing cream. It's all a part of learning to fake luxury, I suppose.