Aleksander R. Nordgarden Rødner(razumny)Norway
OsloWould really like to study U.S. History at some point, just to be able to say that I'm a Coolidge student...
I remember way back when, when I was just a little kid, how my dad would spend a long time in front of the mirror, lathering up and shaving, lathering up and shaving. He always seemed to enjoy shaving, and I looked forward to starting shaving myself.
When I did start shaving, it was a huge let-down. I was constantly plagued with razor-burn, and I could never understand why. No matter how fancy a razor I used, or how many blades it had, I always got it. No matter what foam I used, or what after-shave balm I used, my face would be red for a day or two after shaving.
When in the Navy, shaving was a daily occurrence, and a daily ritual of pain. When Pesach came around, I got a letter from my rabbi, and got dispensation from the demands of shaving until the end of the Omer count. I found I was able to grow a decent beard, and applied for, and was allowed to, abstain from removing it.
Yet, still, my torment remained, as my mustache never looked good, and I needed to shave that at least. I turned to electric razors which helped, but only a little.
Shaving became a chore, and not one I enjoyed.
That is, until I discovered wet shaving with a traditional safety razor. I found a site called barbershop.no, who not only sold shaving equipment, but who also featured some videos on how to get a good wet shave. Before I knew it, I had decided to become a wet shaver, and to do so using a one-bladed razor.