I used to find stark differences between razors and blades, but after using so many different razors, they all seem to run together for me.
As we used to say (somewhat in jest), "I feel you, brother!"
The great thing about the shave hobby, other than the price advantage over skiing, sailing, and taking beautiful women to 5 star restaurants: even after you've put in your 10,000 hours, if you are not zen and in the moment, your bad shave will slap you in the face and tell you off.
Kind of like falling, capsizing... or being slapped in the face.
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