Pleasantly caving in

[twicketface]

I have very little brand pride. One look at my car shows that I ride with utility in mind, not status. Calvin has not, and will not, pee on any brand of vehicle while I'm behind the wheel. I buy clothing based upon what fits instead of what logo adorns the front. If anything, I buy based upon brand avoidance instead of alliegence. Wal-Mart? Yeah, fuck off. Nike? Don't count on it. Abercrombie and Fitch? Bitch, please.

However, I will recommend the Quattro razor from Schick to any and everyone who spends time scrapping stubble off their face on a regular basis. For the duration of my 9 year shaving career, I've been a Gillette man. I got the standard-issue Sensor Excel razor upon turning 16, as did every other boy my age. I've been shaving with it ever since. That is, until this morning.

Watching a fair amount of professional football puts me in the Maxim/SUV target demographic for advertising. A minor annoyance that has finally paid off. Since shaving off my beard in January, I had been contemplating getting an electric razor. As you can tell, I'm one to rush to judgement for all things consumable. I held back, not convinced that an electric could give me a close enough shave (see, I spend roughly 75% of my day rubbing my cheeks against sleeping newborn babies and have certain standards I need to hold my face to). Lately, the babies have been getting restless. The commercial for the Quattro convinced me that I could indeed have the facial grit level I've always wanted.

So over the weekend, I bought said razor to see if it could do what my Gillette couldn't - shave my face with the precision I desire without forcing me to go over the same patch of skin 15 times. Upon opening the package (side note - why the fuck is nearly everything secured behind bullet-proof plastic? Headphones, toothbrushes, staplers - is this anti-terrorism packaging or simply a plow to get me to slice open my fingers on the package instead of the product?), I didn't pick up the razor.

I shook hands with it.

The Quattro easily weighs twice what my old razor did. It had a feel of importance and determination to it. It made shaving seem like a calling instead of a chore. I had the proper weapon to do the job. And do the job, I did. Dude.

I removed the two days of beard growth in a few quick swipes and I have spent the better part of the working day typing with one hand and rubbing my cheeks with the other. I shouldn't get this much pleasure of of touching myself (above the waist), but I do.

The weekend was very productive with bouts of leisure time as well. Helped my parents up at the cottage and taught them how to play 9 hole golf (card game). I ran a slew of errands on Saturday and Sunday was spent finishing up on the spare bedroom (all painted!) and raking the lawn. Also had significant time to swear at the Packers. I'm playing my dad in our fantasy football league this week and as of today he's winning 70-69.5, but I have Priest Holmes against the league's worst rushing defense on MNF. Too soon to call it, but I think my losing streak is over.

Also, since I'm feeling particularly needy on this Monday morning:

Sum up your opinion or impression of me in one word, leave it as a comment in this posting, and then post this sentence in your own journal.

Comments

[so-gracefully.livejournal.com]

that made me want to get one for myself!

also: brilliant.