Way back when I was in high school
, I took a speech class with a bunch of other geeks
. Somehow the enrollment got all screwed up, and there was just one popular girl
in the class- the rest of us were truly
geeks. For her explanatory speech
, she gave a rousing demonstration of how to pick a zit
. I was really not paying attention... I was blessed
with clear skin
in high school and thought you weren't supposed to pick anyway, that it would infect
your pores and you'd end up with a bright red raspberry
on your face letting everyone else in the world know you'd tried (and failed
) at picking a zit.
Anyway, Barb (that was her name
) was standing up in front of the class and explaining about sebaceous
glands and the difference between whiteheads
and how to actually pick a zit without backing up crap into your face. I was reminded of this when my boyfriend, my sister, her husband
and I were talking about the habits mothers seem to have of doing a biopsy
on any blemish found on a child... my mother still picks at my sisters' ears with hairpins
. Later that night, I realized that Barb
was the only popular girl in that class.
I then became aware that she had probably given
in order to somehow shame all of us geeks in the class.
I'm glad it didn't work.