The Art of Shaving

I hate shaving.  I usually go as long as i can without doing so, but after two or three days, i don’t like how it looks anymore.  Then i have to shave.  And i don’t like a freshly shaven face so i have to time my shaving to events in my life where i want to look good.  Vain?  Yes.  But my facial hair grows like a weed, and i am sure i am not alone in this.

That said, what i hate more than shaving is the give the printer away/gouge the consumer on the blades business model of disposable razors.  I spent $18 on a five pack of refills for my Mach 3 today.  Enough’s enough.  I need a new plan.

On the way home from Duane Reade, fuming over this necessary but infuriating purchase, i stopped at an old school barber shop in my neighborhood.  When i opened the door the old man was snoring in one of his barber chairs (complete with built-in ashtray!) and he awoke with a start saying he was dreaming about haircuts.  I asked him to shave my head (which i have long since stopped doing myself) and then he asked if i wanted him to clean up my face as well.  I said sure.  Ten minutes or so of this relaxing experience, i had an epiphany.

I’m buying a straight razor.  Fuck you Gillette.  They’re pricey up front, but with the price of disposables, it’ll pay for itself in no time.

I may have to speak with my hematologist about this.