I’ve always hated shaving. I grew a beard as soon as I was able to grow one that didn’t look totally pathetic, mostly because I didn’t want to have to shave so much. Then, when I lost weight, I wanted to show off my slimmer jaw line, so I switched from a full beard to a “hockey puck”. Of course, after my car accident the weight came rushing back, but I’ve been persuaded to not go back to the full beard.
Then I had a change of position at work, and spent more time on the factory floor than in the office, so I more or less quit shaving except for once a week. Sometimes twice, if I got complaints on the home front.
And then something happened. I’m not sure what, exactly. Something got me interested in straight razors. I started reading about them online. They are supposedly a better shave, smoother, no razor burn, won’t have to shave as often, and so on. One article pointed out the cost savings, since a single straight edge can last multiple lifetimes if properly cared for, not to mention the eco-friendliness of not putting disposables and/or cartridges (and shaving cream cans!) into landfills. I started looking at the razors themselves, some of which are very sexy blades, and I always like things that double as weapons in a pinch. Can you scare an intruder with a Mach 3? I don’t think so…
So I set my mind on wanting a straight razor, and for Christmas that’s what I got. It was rough at first. I needed to learn how to lather up my face with shaving soap properly (you should hear some of the nasty things straight razor people say about canned shaving creams, and I absolutely love my brush and soap!), how to strop the razor properly, and most importantly how to hold the razor and how to get at some problem areas. A week or so later, and only one major cut (never press your finger onto the corner of a razor… you won’t like it), and I’m loving it. I shave every day now, with rare exceptions. I’ve even decided to go bald again, shaving my head along with my beard. I can’t really say *why* I love shaving now, but I do. Even though it takes longer than it used to. It’s like a meditative ritual. I’ll be hunting yard sales this summer, looking for more straights at bargain prices.