I'm just not getting it.
At the very begining of May, I finally worked up the nerve due to my better halfs constant urging, and shaved off my beard. I hadn't shaved fully since 1975, and always had what I called a Hemingway beard, but of late Karen, my better half, had been calling me Gandalf the gray. It's been pretty weird, having most of my face bare now for the first time in a very long time. To avoid total withdrawl, I kept a small goatee, since it seems the ' in' thing now, and I just couldn't bare to go with a naked face.
So, every morning right after the shower, I lather up, carefully shave, and so far I'm not feeling the love. I'm not getting the razor burn I though I may, and I'm getting a smooth shave with canned shave cream and Gillette disposable razors with a double blade set up. It's okay, and gets the job done. I rinse well, and splash on some Old Spice, and I'm done.
But I'm finding it a P.I.T.A.!!!
So tell me guys, why am I doing this, just to please the old lady?
I do admit I look less like an old fart, and as Karen calls it, more current. Karen also says it took 10 years off me, and I'm not sure how I feel about that. Not sure it's worth it. To me, shaving still seems like a strange practice, scraping your face with a sharp blade to get rid of something that is there anyways. Socrates had a beard, as did Generals Grant and Lee, and most of their cohorts.
If I break down and buy the boars bristle brush, mug, shaving soap, DE razor with hard to get blades, am I going to have some brilliant moment where the sky will part and a beam of light shines on me, and some great enlightenment is going to happen?
Right now I'm tempted to just toss the razor and grow back a close trimmed beard that once a week I run a clipper or scissors over. I'm just not feeling the love of the razor!
Carl.
At the very begining of May, I finally worked up the nerve due to my better halfs constant urging, and shaved off my beard. I hadn't shaved fully since 1975, and always had what I called a Hemingway beard, but of late Karen, my better half, had been calling me Gandalf the gray. It's been pretty weird, having most of my face bare now for the first time in a very long time. To avoid total withdrawl, I kept a small goatee, since it seems the ' in' thing now, and I just couldn't bare to go with a naked face.
So, every morning right after the shower, I lather up, carefully shave, and so far I'm not feeling the love. I'm not getting the razor burn I though I may, and I'm getting a smooth shave with canned shave cream and Gillette disposable razors with a double blade set up. It's okay, and gets the job done. I rinse well, and splash on some Old Spice, and I'm done.
But I'm finding it a P.I.T.A.!!!
So tell me guys, why am I doing this, just to please the old lady?
I do admit I look less like an old fart, and as Karen calls it, more current. Karen also says it took 10 years off me, and I'm not sure how I feel about that. Not sure it's worth it. To me, shaving still seems like a strange practice, scraping your face with a sharp blade to get rid of something that is there anyways. Socrates had a beard, as did Generals Grant and Lee, and most of their cohorts.
If I break down and buy the boars bristle brush, mug, shaving soap, DE razor with hard to get blades, am I going to have some brilliant moment where the sky will part and a beam of light shines on me, and some great enlightenment is going to happen?
Right now I'm tempted to just toss the razor and grow back a close trimmed beard that once a week I run a clipper or scissors over. I'm just not feeling the love of the razor!
Carl.