Why do ladies feel the need to pop their SOs zits?
I was taking my shirt off last night and my wife noticed a zit on my back. And before I could say “just leave it alone!”…She was on it like a rabid wolf. :eek:
why? Just let it go away by itself.
Do you lady Dopers also do the same to your SO?
If so …why?
I do have this strange thing for blackheads. I used to squeeze out my then boyfriend’s black heads, pop his pimples, pluck any stray facial hairs, do his eyebrows and in general, make sure he took good care of his face. In turn, he plucked and shaped my eyebrows.
I can’t stand having pimples, I feel this strange need to eradicate myself of them, so I always asked him to take care of the ones I couldn’t reach. Whenever he saw a pimple about to develope, he let me know and often took care of it himself.
I don’t find the practice all that gross…but i don’t find it all the desireable either. My friends on the other hand…are freaks (mostly female, one male). Never expose any zits to them or you will have to beat them away.
I must say that I am guilty of picking at my SO’s blemishes. I have always had a weird thing about picking but I must say that it runs in my family. We all like to pick but my mom is the worst. When my sisters and I were young, my mother would spot a zit on one of us and if we didn’t let her pick she would actually tackle us, hold us down, and proceed to pick. My mom is a scary woman.
(Slight hijack)
However, even better than popping zits is peeling sunburnt skin. Just put me and my family into a room with someone who has a peeling sunburn and we attack like fat kids in a candy store.
(And before anyone gets offended- yes, I would know, I was a fat kid)
I cut my husband’s hair with an electric shaver, and once I’ve shaved it down to his preferred length (little more than stubble) as my reee-ward I get to pop any whiteheads I find on his scalp.
Ever watch apes grooming each other? It’s like that.
If he had fleas, I’d probably be picking them off and eating them.
TMI-Warning-TMI
My Dad used to have a couple of huge pus-filled cysts on the back of his shoulder. One was the size of a walnut. My mom used to drain them for him. I remember one time she popped the big cyst only to have all the pus squirt onto her face.
My husband has lots of zits all over. He was unhappy at first that I popped them, heck he is still unhappy when I pop them, but now he is grateful too. He doesn’t itch as much now. Also, he gets the kind that don’t just get better on their own. They get to truly scary size without attention. One had become a nasty ulcer on his leg. I got that to clear up fairly quickly. I have learned to prevent them from getting so bad. He spoke to a doctor about it and the doctor asked him what I do. He described the tools and what I did and the doctor said that I should keep on doing it.
I think teenagers get zits to attract mates. I see a whitehead and I want to pop it.
Nope, I don’t really like to pop things. I’ll pass.
I have a friend who is a nurse. She was assisting a doctor she worked for lance a boil and when it popped she jumped back and yelled. “Oh, icky poo!” Icky poo?
I guess she would answer ‘no’ to this question also :rolleyes:
Oh, yeah, sure, you don’t mind your zits. You don’t have to look at them. We, however, do have to look at them. And we hate looking at them. They annoy us. Especially the pus-filled ones. They must be gone from our sight, and they must be gone now.
For the record, I do not pop my husband’s pimples. He got pissy enough about me slicking back a stray hair with spit that I’ve never had the nerve to try for the pimples. But, oh, sometimes it’s so hard not to pick.
I’ll add my name to the “Eww, ick!” list. I’m female and no, I would not do that to my SO. Although there are times I’d like to attack his stray hairs with a tweezer.
I had one girlfriend who was just like the gal in the OP: Zit obsessed. Another g.f. was indifferent, but would pop a zit if asked, probably. Another g.f. had me express a monster cyst that sat on her head for about a year. She thought it was a bone growth or something, and my discovery of the thing came up when she asked me if I believed in phrenology…After I disabused her of this misconception, she begged me to search for more, and I found them. I dutifully emptied the two other, smaller cysts, and became somewhat alarmed that she seemed to enjoy this as much as a back rub. Other g.f.'s? Not sure the relationships were deep enought to warrant too many experiences of this TMI nature. My wife? Abhors puss. She can barely pop her own zits, and wouldn’t touch one of mine with a ten foot pincher.
From my small sampling, the ladies are really all over the map when it comes to popping zits, from joyful enthusiasm to avoidant revulsion.