I grew up in New York, a city girl through and through. I didn’t spend my day by the beach as much as I did hanging out on a friend’s front stoop, or at the neighborhood pizza parlor. Nevertheless, our summer tans were just as important to the girls in Brooklyn as they were to California surfer girls. My girlfriends and I hung out on “tar beach”, slathered in baby oil, holding tinfoil-covered reflectors to …