“Mom, what are you doing?”
(muffled) “Popping a pimple.”
“Gross! Let me see!”
(muffled)
“OHMYGODYOUSPRAYEDTHEMIRRORWITHYOURZIT!!!!1!!!11!”
“Sorry.”
“When I grow up I’m never getting zits.”
“With your genes?”
“Mom, what are you doing?”
(muffled) “Popping a pimple.”
“Gross! Let me see!”
(muffled)
“OHMYGODYOUSPRAYEDTHEMIRRORWITHYOURZIT!!!!1!!!11!”
“Sorry.”
“When I grow up I’m never getting zits.”
“With your genes?”
It’s all those cheese grits.
I pop my zits almost compulsively, and I have sprayed the mirror with their insides a couple times. (Grosss but it gets the job done). I was like your son at his age. I didn’t think I would get any pimples when I was a teenager. Here I am, ten years later, having spent thousands trying to calm my acne down. It sucks.
I’m obsessed with squeezing the pores on my nose. No fun to do unless you’re looking in the mirror. This gross white stuff comes squeezing out, like that Play-Doh spaghetti machine where you squeeze the noodles out.
There’s something strangely comforting in knowing that I’m not the only person who obsessively pops zits and other assorted pore-blocking substances.
Here’s one for gross though. You know that scene in Osmosis Jones where that zit explodes on the science teacher’s face? I’ve done something like that, except the zit was on my chin and it wasn’t my science teacher, it was my then-boyfriend, who neglected to warn me that I had a massive nearly-ruptured pressure cooker on my face.
You know, I have NEVER been able to pop my pimples. And I don’t mean because “ew, that’s so gross, I just couldn’t do it.” I mean more along the lines of, “Wait, how do you get that to work again?” Seriously, I’ve had many well-meaning friends try to teach me to pop zits, to no avail. I’ve never successfully done it. It’s times like this I realize I’m really missinng out…
To piggy-back on Ann’s point, you may feel some sort of dilemma in doing this, but seriously, you’re going to have to teach him how to cleanly pop a zit. This is the gross kind of thing I hated to learn from my mother, but a decade and a half down the road, I’m still using it, and it’s really a short list of things you learned from mom when you were 10 and still use as everyday knowledge…
You’re going to have to do it, Lauren. He may not get to know as many acne drug names by heart as some of us, but still… Repeat after me: “You should NEVER do this. But you need to know how.” :)
i am obsessed with popping my face every night. i sit on the sink for up to 1/2 hr. my face is now scarred, but i feel like i cant stop. i even pop my boyfriends face/back. knowing that there isnt any blackheads in my pores makes me feel almost “lighter.” it relieves me.