I am not an expert on the origins of shaving, but consider it highly likely that it was a woman’s idea. The suggestion would have found fertile ground in the small clan of hunter-gatherers as it spread contagiously around the campfire, and by the next morning the hairy men of the tribe would be lined up at the lake attempting to remove their excess facial hair with the sharpened jawbone of a recently killed gazelle. Over time coconut shells would be honed to an edge, in order to provide the additional features of a rough husk to separate the Neanderthals matted beard and a trailing strip of cool moist coconut to provide a soothing balm to the recently scraped skin. The coconuts have long since vanished but the fashion has continued to this day and most men view this daily ritual as a bothersome time consuming necessity.
During my years in the professional workplace I used a variety of electric shavers to accomplish this task, the latest, came equipped with an elaborate LCD telling me when it needed charging or cleaning. To be honest, I enjoyed the convenience of being able to remove my extraneous chin growth at high speeds and in close proximity to other fellow freeway travelers as I drove to work, but all that has changed now. I had reached a point where I thought it might be an enjoyable experience to return to the leisurely and more satisfying experience of a wet shave.
My father used a double-edged safety razor. This device shaved almost the entire adult male population for three quarters of a century before they were seduced by the convenience of electricity. I liked the mechanics of the front opening design, and the weight of the all-metal construction, additionally the long-term economic advantage of inexpensive replaceable blades appealed to me. This then would be my razor of choice – all that remained was to locate one. I found no shops that sell either the razors or the blades, and when several local barbers were consulted, none of them had seen one for at least twenty years. As a last resort I crawled through the dusty attics of my oldest remaining family members to conduct a search without success. Cyberspace came to my rescue.
Author: MUD LANE