What's up with pimples in your 60s? Come on. Didn't I suffer enough in my teens? I have to clarify the teen years, though. No matter what my sister, Lisa, will tell you (she called me "Pimple Garden" - nice, eh?) I did not have a face constantly full of zits. Yes, the T-zone was troublesome but not life threatening.
Ok, I get that. Those years for many of us were spent in front of the mirror examining the horror. I remember having what looked like a volcano ready to erupt in college on my chin. I was sure it had to be something seriously serious so I went to the campus doc. I would estimate that man's age to be in the mid-eighties (probably off by a decade or two but I was 18 - what did I know) and his hands had a slight tremor. I should have turned tail but I didn't - I stayed for his form of torture. He drove a needle right down into the volcano!!! What the hell? Where did that guy get his medical degree from? Or - did he even have one? I may have over-dramatized this experience a bit - I was 18 - but that's how I remember it.
Fast forward right past menopause. Ahhhh, no more periods, every gal's dream come true. Hot flashes and dry skin are certainly the down side but NO MORE PERIODS! I just assumed that pimples were going to accompany "the curse" on their way out of my life but . . . . .
Aren't you glad I don't have hemorrhoids?