As I mentioned before, there's not much to blog about from my luxury penthouse suite in the Bloomington Comfort Inn. However, I'll make you all suffer through my views on shaving the old-fashioned way. It's like going through the teenage years all over again, except my voice isn't changing this time.
As I mentioned earlier in the week, one of my bags was delayed, and it had my electric razor in it, so I had to shave the way my father shaved, and his father before him, and so forth. I've decided that all things considered, it's a primitive and barbaric process. I mean, how can it be a good idea to take an extremely sharp blade and scrape it across the skin that covers several major blood vessels? It's a tribute to men down through the ages that they've endured this torment for centuries without uttering a word of complaint. If women had to shave their faces, they would have insisted on significant improvements to the whole procedure, much in the same way that the science of medicine has made pregnancy and labor much easier than it used to be so that it's more of a minor annoyance than anything else.
Anyway, shaving with a blade didn't change my life in the way I was hoping. Yes, it was a closer shave, but women who rode the elevator with me at work failed to express a desire to run their hands across my baby-smooth cheeks like they do in the razor ads on TV, and women who saw me walking down the hall didn't follow me with their eyes any more than they usually do already, and no one at work offered me a promotion in light of my more youthful and appealing appearance. It took much longer than shaving with my electric, and yes, I did get a couple of nicks in light of my lack of experience. The whole thing would be much easier if my face didn't have any protuberances like a chin or lips, but those are kind of unavoidable, and if I didn't have those, I'd have bigger problems than just figuring out how to shave.
I figured it wasn't fair to judge the whole thing based on just one experience, so I tried it again this morning to give it a fair shake. It went better. It didn't take me as long, I did a better job, and there was less blood. I'm off to Target in a little while. We'll see how the ladies like my new approach.
Now maybe it's time for me to do something about that gray that keeps popping up in my hair . . . .
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Couldn't pass this one up without a suggestion and an anecdote. The suggestion is to get a sick of (can't remember the name) of stuff that you can daub on the nicks so they stop bleeding immediately.
The ancecdote is the first time I shaved with a "safety" razor was on my mission, because my electric razor quit working. I nicked myself such to create sufficient blood to make me light headed, and I had to lay down for a few minutes to get myself together and be able to finish the job.
Darn! Ethan I was going to mention something on Sunday...but it just totally slipped my mind! Way to broaden your horizens!!
...or horizons...take your pick! (I wish Blogger had spell check!)
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