I cannot stand to touch nylon stockings. Aaarrrgh! What an abomination those things are!
I also shrivel and die when someone drags a metal rake across concrete. I have a plastic rake and a metal rake at home, so when I need to rake any leaves near the driveway I can use the plastic one so I don’t end up shredding my own flesh in horror.
Wet hair. Yuck. I shriek when I have a wet hair stuck to me. Shriek like a little girl.
Surly Chick & Caricci- Thanks a lot for reminding me of the horrors of yellow, crumbling, thick old people toenails. I get to do that too, sometimes. Eww, and slathering lotion on the old, dry, ultra-veiny feet…
'Scuse me while I go puke.
I also am no fan of the dirty dishwater. Running my hands through the murky water, looking for any last dishes to be washed, and my hand hits some mushy lump of something? Eeeraaagh! I refuse to do dishes by hand now, after having done it for many years (and being forced to do it by Lady Jesus, lest I get kicked out on my ass - I used three dishes a day: a bowl, a glass, and one utensil - she used every other dish in the house, every single day, including every pot and pan… eeeraaagh!)
Feet. I hate feet. My own are fine. Once in a while, I’ll see someone else’s feet that are fine. However, it is so damned rare, I just hate feet. I always see someone walkng around with these gnarly old dry, cracked feet, toenails all cruddy and nasty, longer’n devil’s teeth. Damn. Blech. When I was a kid, if someone mentioned feet at the dinner table, I couldn’t eat any more. I’ve gotten much better at it. However, I still have moments. Sometimes my husband comes homes from work, hauls off his shoes and socks, then sits there and picks at his toes. Squick. Sometimes, he’ll casually toss a leg up on the computer table and I’ll see a bare foot out of the corner of my right eye. Squick again. I love him. I do. But I so hate feet. Socks? Shoes? They’re fine. Anything to cover a yucky bare foot. I had a friend with a foot fetish. He tried to convince me it was okay. He showed me a picture of a nice foot with a branch of grapes being held between the toes. All I could think of was what a waste of perfectly good grapes that was.
Many legged critters. Spiders run very fast, and that freaks me out, too. All those legs. Insanity.
I used to be grossed out by babies. I used to think they stunk. I don’t know if it’s the old “biological clock” that kicked in, or just the fact that I work in a place where I have to deal with babies on a regular basis, but suddenly, I think they smell awesome. The very top of their head is intoxicating. However, I do not think that this is something that will happen to everyone, I only think it happened to me and maybe some other people (just so you know, I’m not going to start crowing about “biological clock”-type things). But yeah, I used to think all things baby smelled and looked pretty nasty. Baby powder always made me wrinkle up my nose. My mother always smelled like baby powder, and liked perfumes that smelled powdery, and I don’t loathe her or anything, but baby powder smell never made me think happy thoughts like one would think it would. Blech. Now, however, there is a big bottle of it on my bathroom vanity. Huh. It’s still a new development for me, so it’s all intensely bizarre.
I like girls’ feet, especially Asian girls. Guys’ feet, on the other hand, are disgusting. No man should wear any kind of open toed shoes. I am immediately put off by guys who wear flip flops and sandals. Besides showing a guy’s hairy and poorly-maintained feet, they are also classless, tacky, gauche, revolting, disgusting, and cheap looking. Flip-flops are especially stupid to me. They are fine for the beach or pool, but they should not be worn with normal clothes as part of a normal outfit, or in any kind of formal or semi-formal setting.
Bananas. Have to second/third/fourth that. If they’re eaten in my home, the offender must take the peel out to the GARAGE and throw it away. It is NOT to be in my inside garbage can.
Beer foam. Look at this picture. The beer on the left would be drinkable for me, due to the lack of head. The beer on the right, however, would make me throw up if I had to drink it with that much foam on it.
Mold and mildew. Just thinking about it makes my skin crawl.
My ex husbands. Just thinking about it makes my skin crawl.
I don’t mind feet, kiddos toes can be down right cute. However, old people feet?? Yuck! Yellow toenails no amount of nail polish covers, not to mention toenails that grow a freaking mile over night, and those dry nasty heels. ::willy dance:: I firmly believe that this is where that ‘old person smell’ begins and just moves it way up engulfing the body in its path to dominate the entire house (give me a stinky baby anyday). Also, at what age do the toes begin taking left/right turns? Whatever age it is, it’s time to put the sandels up or at least think seriously about hammertoe surgery. Toes were not meant to bend that way.
I nagged my husband for years to relax and wear sandels. He finally relented 2 years ago. I now wish I had kept my big mouth shut. Sandel wearing does not mean you have an open invitation to pick your toes in public or in front of me for that matter.
Ha! I can one up ya on that, Lissa. Back in the early 90’s when I was a fresh new soldier stationed and newly stationed in Germany, I was in-processing to my new unit. It was July and a hot day. The female sergeant that was in-processing me was unmistakenly pregnant. She had a large glass on her desk half full of what I thought by a casual glance, was water. But while we were filling out paperwork, etc, she picked it up put it to her lips and made the awfule *“HooooghkkkkkkPTHEWWWW!” * sound, splurting a huge, thick, clear liquidy gob of phlewm in the glass! Holy Shmoly, the entire glass was full of this awful fluid, it wasn’t water at all! I felt physically ill!
The sergeant looked at me and said “Sorry, I spit a lot when I’m pregnant.”
Gaahhhh! To this day the thought of that glass sickens me!
I once said that to my wife. I hate men’s feet! We were in Spain on vacation and I wore my usually doc Martins. She insisted that I buy and wear sandals. I loudly procalimed to her “Real men don’t wear sandals unless they’re Roman soldiers or wimpy!”
On a beach, sure, but in public…BAH! Men have ugly feet!
Hands And Feet!
I hate to have anything on my hands - cream, lotion, food, toothpaste - anything. I wash my hands about 50 times a day.
I can’t bear talking to someone who has that creamy white shit in the corners of their mouth - it makes me gag just to think of it.
True, but it’s still not as bad as a man who leaves random hair on my bathroom floor and/or in my tub. Unless it’s hair shed from his ugly feet…
Gack!! I’m grossing myself out.
Garishly colored food. I can not eat popsicles or drink green beer or any horrid thing like that. I have difficulties with spaghetti sauce, and I can hardly look at ketchup in a bottle, let alone seeing someone eat it! shudder I most frequently have this problem with birthday cakes, because they’re always tarted up with frosting in hideous primary colors. Even the “pretty” ones have stuff like bright pink flowers and green leaves. Just get it away from me!
chalk. not on the chalkboard, but the way it feels in my hands. Even worse is gymnastics chalk… the powdery stuff you put all over your hands. bleah.
people chewing ice. grossssssss
meat.
eggs, especially things like omlettes and egg foo yung. the smell is the worst.
melted cheese. all that grease… eeew.
Styrofoam - can’t stand the squeaky sound it makes when it rubs together, or the texture
Balloons - Hate the squeaky sound, and I’m scared of them. Never know when it might pop.
Crumbs on the kitchen floor - Hate stepping on them in my bare feet.
Bacon grease, congealed in a bowl or in a coffee cup.
Sand or pus-crap in the corner of someone’s eye. (How the hell can they Not clean/irrigate/lance that sh-t…?)
Big-ass whiteheads that stand out on peoples faces like airport beacons…or worse, those rows of little black-heads some people get on the edges of their lips. Makes it look like pixies attached their lips to the rest of their face with tiny rivet-guns. Ick!!!
What the heck is bacon grease doing in your coffee cups???
Eggs. Seriously-- unless it’s going into cake/cookie batter, it’s disgusting. Like, I can’t even be in the same room as a person cooking or eating eggs.
Hair on the soap or in the bathtub. Milk moustaches, butter, cheese, limp/soggy lettuce meat. Especially pork and beef. Pancakes and syrup is nasty too.
Weird. Most of mine are food related. I guess I’m just a picky eater.
Oh, and beards. I actually can’t be around people with beards. A little goatee is fine, but anything more and I start gagging.
Perfume bothers me. I wear it myself, and have no problems with catching a faint whiff when I’m close to someone, but if I can smell it a few yards away, it gags me. there have been a couple of times that I’ve been unable to finish my meal in a resturant because someone in the booth behind me has bathed in perfume.
Anything dry, or that FEELS dry, when applied to the mouth. This includes cotton gauze at the dentist’s office, popsicle sticks, etc etc etc.
Also, the sensation of wiping a chalk board or wood dry makes me feel like my teeth are trying to crawl out of my mouth.
Baby saliva. I’m a mom. I can pick boogers out of my kids’ noses. I can wipe a baby butt after an explosion of diarrhea, even getting it on my hands from time to time. I can handle a baby spitting up formula/milk on me. I cannot handle baby slobber. When my kids were going through the early teething stages and drooling all the time, I had to double up on the paper towels just to dab at their faces. It made me gag if one of them was gumming a toy, drooling all over it, then handed it to me. It’s just slimier than adult spit. Can’t deal with it.
