Are men incapable of blowing their noses? #namaiobtn

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I am on a train into London. Listening to a cacophony of snorting and sniffing and all of the culprits are male. It is gross. I feel like handing out tissues and reprimands. As I do to my children when they snuff annoyingly.😬

It is gross - why are they doing it?? Please just fucking blow your fucking noses.

Thank you. Feel better now. I have put my headphones on.

Judging by the bus I was on yesterday it seems that females can be incapable too. I thought the bus was going to Snot Central via Hawkers Corner, there was so much being hawked back, sniffed and snorted.

Vile sound and totally unnecessary.

I got off the bus and walked in the end. Much more preferable. Yes, I would rather walk a mile than listen to that stomach churning sound.

My DH blows his nose all the time and is the worst nose blower in the world.
Its so bloody loud and I can tell it makes no difference. Not sure if the alternative is sniffing all day.
The nose blowing then gives him sneezes which is then loudly produces for another few minutes.
I don't know about gross but it is so annoying 😫

Why are they so loud when they sneeze?

A boy who was constantly being told of for sniffing etc brought a note from his mother telling me that if I wanted him to stop sniffing then I should provide tissues!!

I’ve not noticed any difference between genders.

I had the most horrific cold once, no matter how often or how hard I blew my nose it didn’t make any difference at all as it was so stuffed up it wouldn’t stop running and it was genuinely a choice between sniffing and just allowing a stream of snot to run out. I got a lot of filthy looks, but I had no choice! So I try be kind and remember that someone might not be doing it on purpose. And they’re clearly not well, so I try have a bit of sympathy.

Snot Central via Hawkers Corner 😄

I totally agree with you OP it drives me nuts. With the worst offenders I’m tempted to go over and offer a tissue. I can’t bear it.

Men are perfectly capable of being polite, thoughtful, nice- everything that makes a good human being.

From my commuting days, I’d say it’s a person thing, rather than a man thing. Unlike Manspreading (definitely a man thing) and the Bag That Must Have It’s Own Seat (a woman thing).

Still grim, though - and embarrassing when hay fever/a bug gets the better of you and you’re on public transport.

Its Own Seat.