Personal HygieneThere comes a point at which your hygiene becomes less your problem and more everyone else's:
My old school nurse never seemed to wash - instead she wrapped herself in crepe bandages from the first aid kits. The smell was beyond pungent. If you got ill at school, it was better to suffer than try and explain symptoms whilst only breathing out.
When she was eventually 'let go',they had to strip the wallpaper in her office to get rid of the lingering odour.
How scuzzy have you got? Or, failing that, how bad have people you know got?
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chthonic, Thu 22 Mar 2007, 12:40)
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My little brother and I are pretty much opposites.::apologies in advance for the length of this post::
My brother (who is almost 2 years younger than me) and I are basically a study in contrast.
I am an absolute neatnik. I shower, at the very least, once a day (I usually only shower once a day in winter, because otherwise my skin gets so dry and dehydrated that it'd be uncomfortable to shower more than that). In the summer--God's Blind Spot, USA, where I live, gets hotter than Hell's furnace from June through August--I shower up to three times a day (once in the morning, once after lunch if I've been outside or whatnot, and once before bed). Of course, I always shower after going to the barn to go horseback-riding. I'm notoriously hygienic, basically. The bed linens are changed every 5 days. I change my toothbrush every month. I clean my hairbrushes once every 2 weeks in a bleach solution. I wash and condition my hair every day. I change my razor every 4 or 5 shaves (and I shave every day). And I always apply deodorant--twice--once right after drying off after I shower, and then once more before I leave the house. I use Victoria's Secret Pure Seduction fragrance collection religiously--and generously. I'm always told how good I smell and how fresh my breath is (NOTE: not to brag or anything, but it's true! This one random guy in this department store walked pretty close past me one day, and goes, "Ohhh my Gawwwdd! You smell DELICIOUS!" I smiled politely and then promptly walked/ran out the store... AWWWKKKKWARRRDDD...).
My brother... oh, sweet Lord, where do we start?...
NOTE: MY BROTHER IS GROSS. READ ON ONLY IF YOU FEEL YOU ARE ABLE TO DEAL WITH HIS NASTINESS.
When he extracts blemishes, he leaves the pus on the bathroom mirror.
He showers every day, praise Jesus, but uses plain old soap on his hair (He thinks shampoo isn't manly. I say I don't care if it's manly or not. It's called LICE PREVENTION. Thank God none of us have ever had the bastards.).
Speaking of his hair... he wears his hair kind of longish for a boy (as in a little shaggy and bangs down to his eyebrows--he's got curly hair, though, so it doesn't just hang there and look gross), but it goes over his forehead and produces MASSIVE amounts of oil, which leaves his forehead VERRRRY shiny. GROSS.
He is filthy.
Also, I caught him ironing a shirt and jeans out of the DIRTY CLOTHES HAMPER today!!!! I quickly unplugged the iron and tossed him a new shirt and jeans and told him NEVER to do that again.
(, Sat 24 Mar 2007, 1:34, Reply)
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