This isn't really earth-shattering or anything, but I was wondering if anyone out there could recommend an electric razor that doesn't chew up your skin while leaving your beard mostly intact. Such has been my sad experience so far -- and darn it, I don't want to go back to the messiness of shaving-cream-type razors. And besides, I think in the couple of years since I plugged in, manual razors have evolved into bulky, intimidating four-bladed things that wouldn't actually fit between my nose and upper lip.
I started using electric razors after I had throat surgery: the surgeon said that while the scar on my neck was healing, the skin there would be numb, and thus I might cut myself with an old-fashioned-type blade. At the time I saw this as a chance to break away from Luddite shaving techniques -- which, truth be told, usually ended up spilling plenty of blood as well. It's not often, in middle age, that you get a chance to make a fundamental change in your habits. Dylan had the foresight to go electric at a younger age, and look where it got him -- he became pop music's future. When I walked up to the nice man at the Macy's counter, I felt jazzed: this new razor would be my electric bridge to the 21st century.
But the results have really been more Stone Age. As far as I can tell, the way my electric razor works is basically the same way sandpaper works: it keeps rubbing and scraping away indiscriminately till there's not much left. Kadidja, my wonderful make-up artist at KQED, recently asked me if I had a second scar at the bottom of my neck; I had to tell her that, no, that was shaver damage. All she could do was sadly shake her head and reach for the skin-toney stuff.
Yes, it's time. Time for the new, more-intact-faced me. Electrons, si; engraving, no. Knowledgeable bloggers of the world, my face in in your hands.
6 comments November 17th, 2006