I have met people who claimed to be "allergic" to Wi-Fi. They've found suggestions (perhaps ironically online) that they should move to this area, avoiding exposure to their proclaimed allergen.
"Americans think 100 years is old. Europeans think 100 miles is far."
No other woman has ever done that to me unless I was already in a relationship with them. I don't mind a casual hair ruffling, but if that's what it was it's still surprising to me.
When I was in my early twenties, a girl I had a crush on but who was dating my friend came up behind me and scritched my head. I'm married to a different woman now and have a kid, but I still wonder about that interaction. I can relate.
For me, the impaction was only mitigated after leaving the peroxide in for an extended period.
I did have a pool-related impaction one other time before I started using q-tips regularly. I went to the doctor for that and they pushed it out using some kind of manual water pump. It worked and the obstruction came out of my ear, but until that happened it felt like earwax (and water) were going to come out of my nose. I don't know if that's normal, but it was unpleasant.
One last mostly unrelated (and entirely unprompted) aside: my first encounter (that I remember, at least) with q-tips was right when I was a boy approaching puberty. My mother cleaned my ears with wet q-tips and I complained of the unpleasant feeling. She told me "if you don't keep your ears clean, no girl will ever stick her tongue down your ear!" At the time it sounded nice just to have any contact with a girl, but now that I'm an adult I have to avoid wondering about that sentence that my mother said to me.
Oh, I don't disagree regarding regular use being a pain. I used 3 q-tips after every shower (one per ear for the various crevasses, then the opposite ends of a shared one to - as you say - scoop from the main canal). For at least two reasons I wouldn't want to use peroxide that way every day.
However, twice in my life I've gotten my ears clogged to the point that q-tips just made it worse. In both of those cases, peroxide worked miracles.
I saw the comment I believe you're referencing.
I repeated it to everyone in my life who would be even remotely receptive and they all loved it.
Hopefully the original commenter is proud.
I second this question.
Thanks for the edification!
This is the second time tonight I'm posting this exact comment (after this sentence):
This statement is upsetting.
Before last night I didn't even know my sister still painted. It's great that she does.
I don't know, but it's a good thing they aren't into cash.