Monday, January 14, 2019
Wednesday, January 9, 2019
Dr. Pimple Popper and Me
I thought nothing could be more disturbing to watch on TV than The Real Housewives of Orange County. Their whacked out choice of clothing , giant breasts and frightening plastic surgery simultaneously mesmerized me and caused a tightening in my chest. Who are these women and why are they on TV? But now the show looks tame and oddly comforting as I have witnessed far worse. Far worse I say! Ewwww, it's Dr. Pimple Popper. Omg, was I having an acid flashback? Shew, go away, get off the screen, pop elsewhere, anywhere but here. I was grossed out, sweaty and struggling to stay conscious watching the doctor pop pimples that resembled lava flows. How about a nice little white head and not Mt Vesuvius? I needed blinders!
My friend Amy is addicted to Dr. Pimple Popper. I was innocently watching TV with her and had no idea what to expect. I didn't know that she was a popper from as far back as childhood. It was never my idea of fun but apparently it was hers. I was fine for the first 60 seconds as the lovely little doc met her first patient. She was reassuring and smiley as she administered a numbing agent on the arm of a young woman. Then "the horror, the horror" began. The scalpel in her petite hand sliced and diced the pimple. I think there were sparks. "Stop, please stop!" Amy was watching intently and I saw the room start to spin as rivers of pus were streaming down the arm. Convinced I was having a nightmare I tried to shake myself awake before I realized I was awake!
Is this educational TV because it is on The Learning Channel? I know I didn't learn anything except that the right pimple can become a media star.
My friend Amy is addicted to Dr. Pimple Popper. I was innocently watching TV with her and had no idea what to expect. I didn't know that she was a popper from as far back as childhood. It was never my idea of fun but apparently it was hers. I was fine for the first 60 seconds as the lovely little doc met her first patient. She was reassuring and smiley as she administered a numbing agent on the arm of a young woman. Then "the horror, the horror" began. The scalpel in her petite hand sliced and diced the pimple. I think there were sparks. "Stop, please stop!" Amy was watching intently and I saw the room start to spin as rivers of pus were streaming down the arm. Convinced I was having a nightmare I tried to shake myself awake before I realized I was awake!
Is this educational TV because it is on The Learning Channel? I know I didn't learn anything except that the right pimple can become a media star.
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