Let's talk about adult acne. Plainly, it sucks. When I was a pimply-faced teenager, I remember counting down the days until I was an adult and I grew out of my blemishes. I may even have circled a date on the calendar when I turned 18 thinking that was the day it would be over. It was not. In university, my acne got worse. Didn't help that as a varsity athlete I spent 4-6 hours a day sweating my ass off, and usually, with a full face of makeup on. Combine that with all-nighters and the idea that you didn't need to wash your face befo[...]