Let’s see if we can’t identify the most germ-phobic member of the SDMB. 'Tisn’t I, I should note. I’m sort of compulsive about washing my hands, but I am at least capable of eating without doing it. I also eat things off the floor on occasion. Moreover, I shave and trim my fingernails regularly.
So who wants to fight for the title?
I thought I could be in the running based on my desire to never leave the house, but I don’t get too upset about germs.
I would like to nominate bobkitty from here.
I bet you’ll get more volunteers if you ask who wants to be “Howard Stern of the SDMB.”
I’m not overly germ-phobic, but when I saw the thread title, I did a little mental calculating to see how long I could grow my toenails before they got too annoying.
I don’t want to grow my toenails, but I was willing to try in the spirit of an SDMB competition.
I’ll do this one!
No, sorry, I don’t find Anna Nicole Smith that attractive.
One time when I was out grocery shopping with a friend they looked in my basket and were like “oh my God, it’s like shopping with Howard Hughes!” I’m very brand loyal and eat a small variety of stuff when I’m dining at home, so I had like ten boxes of identical frozen dinners, five of the same types of pierogies, etc. I suppose that’s a little odd.
I don’t care about germs, though.
It won’t be me. Germs don’t scare me. I never get sick. My house is neat enough, but I’m glad my mother-in-law doesn’t come over because it’s not a really “clean” house. It’s fine. I wipe off the countertops. I clean the bathroom every two weeks and I keep up with laundry. But there are dust issues. And window issues. I switch my towels out weekly. And I’m not fanatical about the kitchen floor. Howard Hughes would jump right out of his skin around here.
Do I get to be fabulously wealthy and bang a young Kate Hepburn? That’d be worth keeping a few jars of pee around.
Once, during a time when I was too ill to cook for my husband and me, hubby went to the grocery store and stocked up on Stouffer’s frozen foods. He came home with several dozen frozen entrees. All of them were macaroni & cheese. He placed them in the freezer, and I watched him stack them carefully and line them up so that the labels were all facing the same direction.
Yesterday hubby went to Wal-Mart to buy socks. He came home with twenty pairs of socks. Identical. I asked him why he didn’t get several different colors, and he looked at me as if I’d asked why he hadn’t purchased a mongoose made out of niobium, with sprinkles on top.
It’s like living with Adrian Monk.
I think shaving your fingernails may actually qualify you.
That makes perfect sense. If they’re all the same, you don’t have to waste time picking out which ones to wear. If you lose two socks, you won’t be out two pairs, just one. I’m due to get some new socks, and this time, I’m getting all black ones. Nobody sees my socks unless I’m wearing a skirt and knee-highs anyway.
Your husband sounds like mine! Mr. brown might fit the HH bill, partway:
I do vary the type of dinner, but certainly they must be categorized and lined up exactly.
My parents do on a lot of camping trips so at one point Pop bought eight pairs of the same tube socks for himself. They would be interchangeable and of course he would fix it so that they all got washed the exact same number of times as each other. Well, one day he couldn’t find one of the batch and he had to give them all away to Mom. Ruined!
I always thought you were a guy.
Now I’m still picturing you as a guy in a school girl’s uniform. :eek:
It definately won’t be me, either. I was one of the few who came out pro-eating-stranger’s-pizza-crusts over in this thread.
It definitely won’t be me, either.
Not me. As a bacheler I am careful to keep myself and my clothes clean. But if you saw the state of my kitchen you would know I am certainly not germaphobic.