...the last of my cartridge stash—just placed an order for enough wet shaving paraphernalia to get started.
My toxic masculinity drove me to throw my Gillette handles away (after I used up all the March cartridges I horded over the years); I then thought I would try the various 'shave clubs,' only to learn that they dislike me nearly as much as Gillette...so cancelled the moment the trial packs arrived. #NotVeryWoke
It was then suggested that few things in life are as masculine as wet shaving—and rubbing the hair of a dead animal on our faces just seems manly. Finding out that there are fine shaving creams that hint of fresh-cut wood put me over the top. I'm in.
My toxic masculinity drove me to throw my Gillette handles away (after I used up all the March cartridges I horded over the years); I then thought I would try the various 'shave clubs,' only to learn that they dislike me nearly as much as Gillette...so cancelled the moment the trial packs arrived. #NotVeryWoke
It was then suggested that few things in life are as masculine as wet shaving—and rubbing the hair of a dead animal on our faces just seems manly. Finding out that there are fine shaving creams that hint of fresh-cut wood put me over the top. I'm in.