Who’d have thought the Olsen Twins would find usefulness as a psychological palate cleanser?
Damn, Ratty. When I first read the thread title I thought you were into porN. Then I came in only to discover you are one of the truly cool people. People Who Pick Zits And Are Damn Proud of It. In a few hours, two men in black suits will knock at your door and give you your induction packet that will include the secret handshake and where we will have our next secret meeting.
There are few things in this world that are as satisfying as hitting the motherlode zit.
Way to go, girl!
But…doesn’t it hurt him?
I’m sorry but any pressure on any kind of lump on my body will earn you a punch in the head, because I swear that is about the equivalent of the pain I feel. Well, maybe not ANY kind of lump…
My guy has smooth, almost flawless skin. I’m glad I don’t have to worry about him running off with some of you Dopers!
Always remember and never forget : it takes a very large pore to be 1 centimeter. 
(Based on the old adage “It takes a very large dog to weigh a ton.”)
Me too, Ruby. I could have sworn the title was “Motherlode of Porn”. [sub]Yes, my mind is firmly in the gutter[/sub]
Where the hell is the :barf: smilie?
ratty, my wife and I have the same situation…she likes to pick at me and I don’t really like it, but know it’s necessary.
Whoa! Thanks for the link, Baker. I’ve hit the Motherlode of Zit Threads. 
Man, I love this place. Where else could I find support for such a disgusting pastime?
My ex-wife used to want to scan my back for pimples and blackheads. She was rewarded with a stern look and a rolled-up towel that I would use to snap her with if she tried. I even woke one morning to find her fingers dancing over my spine in what I thought was an attempt to get amorous.
How wrong I was.
That playful pinch that I felt soon turned into a searing pain when I heard her two thumbnails SNAP together, bear-trap like, when the tiny bit of flesh she had gathered managed to slip from her grasp.
“haaaaAAAAAAYYYYYYYYEEEOOOW!” was my exact quote, as I recall, as I leapt forward, off the bed, executing a perfect full flip with half-twist (not bad for a 300#+ fella!), landing flat footed facing the bed.
“WHATTHEHELLWEREYOUDOING?!” I believe was the next phrase that leapt forth from my mouth taking with it copious amounts of saliva.
“you’ve got this little blackhead on your back that I’ve got to get.” she responds.
Well, needless to say, the conversation went rapidly downhill from there… along the lines of a flaming schoolbus careening down a nearly vertical cliff.
A few days later, I walked into my living room to find my mother-in-law laying face-down on my sofa, blouse pulled up to expose her back, and my then-wife happily removing blackheads and pimples with her thumbnails.
I shook my head. “HOW can either of you do that?”
My mother-in-law replied, “It’s my turn next.”
My father-in-law and I spent the next several hours throwing horseshoes and drinking in the back yard. Seems that he was already aware of their propensity toward such perversion and had accpeted it as a matter of course.
I was still sickened.
I later offered to buy them both rolls and rolls of bubble-wrap, but they both declined. Evidently it’s not as much fun if you don’t have human excretia to deal with.
ok. all you zit poppers need to get together and start a support group. or open a betty ford clinic. or something.
because now i feel compelled to go start my own support group - for SO’s of people with this nauseating compulsion/addiction to pore-mining and then sharing with unsuspecting public.
who wants to join? (the line starts here :))
GrizzRich, my mother and grandmother used to do the same thing. Granny would lie down and my mother would scan her back for blackheads. She’d extract them with a large bobby pin, bent for the express purpose of gaining correct leverage. We called it “surgery.”
I’ve finally found a home. Zit poppers UNITE!
Now my husband will finally see I’m “normal.”
Count me in as a pore-miner with a grudginly willing hubby. Although, he doesn’t even feel it’s a necessary evil…he just puts up with it because I like it. I think he may actually hate it but we have come to the agreement that an episode of mining will always be followed by a short back rub. So it’s a win-win situation.
I have recently discovered a nice cache of blackheads at his waistline area…apparently it’s MUCH more painful for him (but MUCH more productive for me!) I am still trying to swing the mining/backrub agreement for this area but I think I’m pushing it.
So nice to find others who do this. The only other person I knew who did it was my mother.
I call it surgery, too. I even have a box of latex gloves that I use when I express the contents of my husband’s gross-but-cool shoulder carbuncle.
My favorite kind (can I say that about a pimple?) are the ones that start out as a swollen bump without a visible head or pore. A firm squeeze in the right place, however, and you are rewarded with a “rope” of waxy, whitish material. If the bump is really swollen, the “rope” is propelled out of the skin with a loud pop or snap.
I have a three pore triangle on my right shoulder. An old roomate used to call it my alien tracking device/ tattoo. Ya see they tend to look dark blue while they reside under the skin.
I actually enjoy the whole process. Although, finding ladies willing to do such a thing is rather tough.
so any of you ladies ever in my neck of the woods let me know
I find myself simultaneously grossed out and fascinated. I really shouldn’t because my GF in college used to do this to me and I didn’t mind it. I actually liked the attention and felt it was “necessary”, although it was a bit excessive sometimes. All this time I thought she was really wierd and now I find out there are probably scores of people just like her!
BTW this is one of the most compelling and simultaneously gross threads I’ve ever read!!! God I love this website.
This thread is disgusting.
I love it.
I am also a pore-miner, unfortunately, my husband doesn’t get zits, and I have finally passed the acne stage of life. I’m a frustrated pore-miner…
I have a really sick idea for a Dopefest
ROFL
Opal,
You are a vile, repulsive, disturbed individual. I think I may love you.
Ah, the memories…
When I was a young Tristan, with no clue as to what acne was, and happily willing to follow the orders of my mother, she said she had a task for me, if I could do it.
And she lifted her shirt, presenting her back to me, and gave me directions on what to do.
Now that I am old and wise, I was briefly horrified when I remember these episodes, and the meaning in them.
However, now I find myself wondering how to bring up the subject with my girl, that she may probe my no-doubt bumpy and pus-filled back…
:eek:
Your mom made you…
There are no words.