I was browsing through Sephora the other day when I overheard a little girl — who looked to be about the age of my sixth grader, so approximately 11 or 12 — ask the sales associate where she could find a chemical peel. A chemical peel. For her gorgeous, smooth-skinned, cherubic little face. A woman who was presumably her mother stood by, clutching a basket of goodies that I got the impression were mainly for her daughter, not her.
Now look, I’m not saying a little exfoliation isn’t fine; after all...