Now that I’ve reached the A-list in “Kim Kardashian’s Hollywood” — though I am still working my balls off and have a few more levels to go — I’m looking for another iPhone game to waste precious braincells on. And lo and behold, I think I’ve found one that appeals to my grossest instincts: Pimple Popper, the game that awards you points for “popping” a variety of different kinds of pimples. Each pimple type — blackheads, whiteheads, full blown pimples and pimple scabs — has a specific way it can be popped/peeled, oozes pus and makes a delightful sound. As you ascend the levels, the pimples become more plentiful, just like my face every day of junior high and high school! If you’re not ready to commit to the $1.99 price without popping a few pimples first, there’s a Lite version of the game that you can download for free. Happy popping! [Pimple Popper via Buzzfeed]
I have a confession to make: I’m a popper. Not a popper of pills, mind you. I am a popper of pimples. I know that’s gross, and I’m sorry. However, I do think that, at the very least, I owe it to you, dear reader, to hold myself responsible: My name is Sara Barron, and I’m a pimple-popping addict.
My mother was also an addict, and these sorts of things, see, they run in the family. I first noticed I had a problem just as soon as I went through puberty. I’d get delightful bursts of whiteheads on my face and, I swear to god, it was like they were talking to me. Pop me … pop me … you simply HAVE to pop me. The idea that some people get zits, and are capable of just leaving them alone seems utterly bizarre to me. If you’d said, “Sara: Here’s the deal. There’s a ripe and massive whitehead on your face. You can either A) Pop it, but then you have to run the Boston Marathon, or B) Not pop it, but then you won’t have to run the Boston Marathon,” I’d be like, “Get me some bandaids for my nipples, motherf**ker. I will be running that marathon. And I will be popping that zit.” Keep reading »
Earlier this week our own Dr. V told us about seven surprising sexual fetishes that perhaps we hadn’t heard about before. A robot fetish, balloons, sneezing? Well, OK. If she says so — whatever floats people’s boats! Then a few days later I was flipping through this week’s Time Out New York and read about yet another odd fetish in the sex column, Get Naked. I’m beginning to wonder if people actually sit around thinking of the strangest fetishes they can imagine with the sole purpose of seeing them end up in some sex advice column they can pass around to all their friends. Because, honestly, I can’t imagine the fetish described in this letter is, like, real. Check it out after the jump.
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I woke up this morning with two bug bites on my face. Yeah, my face. Not to be a negative Nelly, but c’mon—as if I don’t have enough other “challenges” to getting a zit-free face, now I’ve got two big, red mosquito bites that look like hellacious pimples to contend with? Great. (Also, it’s almost winter; how are mosquitos still alive? And why are they still buzzing around?) Here’s my dilemma: One of the bites is right next to my nose looking like an angry pimple, so I want to get it tamed ASAP. How do I do that? My first thought, no picking at it or scratching—I could end up with a scar. A few of my other mosquito bite tactics? After the jump …. Keep reading »
It might not be for everyone, but it’s worth a try to dab a bit of Neosporin on a pimple before bedtime. It’s best to use for whiteheads that have already broken the surface and possibly ruptured the skin. Because it’s an antibiotic ointment, it will help prevent infection, and might also help to minimize scarring (nobody likes an acne scar on their face). Easy, and best of all, it’s cheap. [$7.99, Drugstore.com] Keep reading »
Want to get rid of a pimple fast? Wash the area with some acne cleanser, dab on a bit of organic toothpaste and leave overnight, rinse thoroughly the next morning. Voilà — no more pimple! Keep reading »