Oh hell, not me. I want that sucker gone, gone, GONE, and he’s much more able to take care of that for me than I am for myself. After all, there was the whole “for better or for worse” clause during the marriage ceremony. 
If I ever had a pimple on my junk that in any way resembled some of the ones I’ve seen skulking around on my ass, I would be extremely sad.
Christ I hope this workplace doesn’t have keyloggers.
I’m trying to figure out why I keep opening this thread, and all I can think of is I have a subconscious mental masochism streak. My thoughts on vaginas will never be the same again. :smack:
Thirded (fourthed? I’m losing count), and also seconded. I’ve had several just below my eyebrow, on the concave area near the nose. OWWWW. And very visible, too.
I once got one just inside my a**hole. DOH! There’s no pretty way to pop those. And for the record, this was when I was a good girl and no one used the back door!
My husband is too much of a wimp to squeeze his *own *zits in non-genital areas, let alone cause me pain in pink parts. He’d been crying like a child before he’d do something like that for me. I have to get in yoga poses with hand mirrors and desk lamps. Thank god I’m flexible.
Well, my husband and I have been married for over 31 years. We’ve had a long time to get used to each other’s bodies. I got the joy of cleaning and changing his wound after he had a pilonidal cyst removed. He got the pleasure of cleaning and packing my wounds when my hysterectomy incision developed several openings into pus pockets. (And I got the pleasure of watching his face while he did so.) He DIDN’T go into the delivery room with me, because they would have had to scoop him up and wheel him out of there.
I do wish that he’d agree to give me my insulin shots at times, so I can rotate the injection sites more effectively. I cannot inject myself on my butt or shoulder or back. He goes green at the sight of the syringes.
I think you are right, this is probably what they are.
I have had a bunch of them. And while I was PG, it was just one more of a zillion little horrible things that I had going on down there. My OBGYN saw one once and took it upon himself to just pinch the hell out of it and pop it. CHRIST!!! I almost grabbed him by the nuts and gave him a taste of his own “medicine” on the way out!!!
“Holy Count Dracula, Batman…!”
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I’m pleased to report that I’m currently zit-free in the crotchal area.
I have one of those. I call it “the zopper.” As in zit+popper. It’s a lifesaver.
You know, I haven’t had too many regrets since leaving my husband. I like being on my own. It’s certainly a lot better than being with him.
But one day, a zit thread on this board made me remember a particularly diabolical inner nostril zit that he fixed for me. And at that moment, I felt so lonely and helpless. “:(who’s gonna pop my nostril zits for me?:(”
He did use the zopper for that one. I guess me and the zopper will just have to figure it out on our own.
I’ve always found that hot compresses, or just a hot bath makes the pimples come to a poppable head faster.
Gosh - I haven’t had one in years. I really hope rekindling the memories doesn’t make them visit me again!
I had one once about 10 years ago. Still haven’t forgotten it, and still have foreboding thoughts about it happening again. I was terrified it was herpes and called my doctor. Nope. Just a big whopper of a zit where zits don’t belong!
OOOwwww!
Ok, ok.
I get them too.
I hate them.
I don’t suppose all of you have been shopping at the Jersey Gardens Outlet Center… have you ? I mean, can you imagine? That place has THE FILTHIEST restrooms I’ve seen in a very long time. Apparently the ladies’ is just as atrocious.
" Good evening. I’m Chuck Scarborough. We begin tonight’s broadcast with a most… unusual coincidence. Over to you, Sue. "
:eek:
Cartooniverse, who is horrified and amazed all at once. I love this place.
AGGGHHH!
OK, melody, I think you win.
I can just imagine Sue making her patented somber face before switching to her patented chipper face…
I wonder what her “I have a zit in my vagina” face looks like?
EXCEPT WITH LABIA ZITS!!!:eek:
Nobody’s heard of lancing a zit? Not having labia (for which I thank OG every day ), I have no idea how the logistics would work, but blind stabbing might be preferable to continued pain?
And, for those with nearby people with familiarity with said body parts: HE/SHE CAN DAMNED WELL LEARN its care and maintenance!
(yes, I know you think males are useless, but you’ve trained him in a hundred other things, ADD one!)
I used to lance my girly bit zits when I was younger, thinner, and much more flexible. It required privacy and a mirror, but I could do it. Nowadays I go to the doctor if I happen to get one of those things in a place I can’t reach them. Any zit I can reach, I pop. This includes zits on my husband.
As for TRAINING my husband…well, his mother used to break broomsticks (not our Broomstick) over his head, and he STILL didn’t learn. Oddly enough, though, my little Siamese cat has trained him to cover her up when she’s cold, and to dispense bits of ham when she’s feeling peckish. Perhaps he’s susceptible to blue eyes.
I think I need a zopper. I’m going to have to look for one next time I’m at the store.
My boyfriend won’t pop his own zits and gets annoyed if I even attempt to do it. I can’t imagine the look on his face if I asked him to pop any of mine, much less a labial one. (Which thankfully I don’t get very often.)