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Depending on how you care to view it, the Lip Balm Anonymous site is either the forum for a surprisingly large group that shares a common compulsion, or an elaborate joke that’s as dry as a pair of chapped lips and that dozens of people are in on.
“Lip-balm addiction is obviously a very serious problem, so any humorous reading is a very serious misinterpretation of the message,” Crossman said, unable to suppress his own laughter.
A monkey on my lips
For 26 years, I've harbored a craving for this inexpensive substance both day and night, winter, spring, summer and fall. No matter the hour or season, I need my Chap Stick
David Eisnaugle
Atlanta Constitution. Sunday, February 4, 1996. Page: H/5
With my head hung low and lips aquiver, I must confess to a long- standing addiction: I crave an intoxicating combination of petrolatums, padimate O, lanolin, isopropyl myristate and cetyl alcohol to get me through my days and nights. Combine these chemicals and you get a substance that medical journals refer to as lippus balmease. I'm talking about Chap Stick.
"Another Tale Of Personal Courage"
by Jon Carroll
Reprinted from the April 22, 1997 issue of the San Francisco Chronicle by permission
THIS STORY HAPPENED in Egypt, but it could have happened in Your Town, U.S.A. The participants were third-tier media celebrities and a glamorous international circus star, but it could have been just ordinary lumpy people like you and your friend Ed.
Addiction knows no name, no country, no special waiting areas in Third World airports. Addiction can happen to men and women and writers alike. Addiction is no respecter of class, money, wit, style, fabulous long swooping scarves or the ability to catch oneself by one's heels while swinging 20 feet in the air.
It's a terrible thing, addiction. We weep.
It was my younger daughter who broke through the cycle of denial. She started an intervention, although at the time it sounded like a peevish comment. We were all sitting on a low wall in Luxor. We were supposed to meet someone who was not meeting us.
``You use way too much Chapstick,'' she said to my wife, Tracy Johnston, noted travel writer.