So earlier today my 'New' Gillette OC razor came in the mail, along with my Futur. I debated on whether or not I should use the Futur or the OC all day, about 11 hours worth of waiting and thinking and trying to talk to co-workers who looked at me and said "I just use a hydro/fusion. You should try it, really good razor" to which I'd reply "yea but you've never had a REAL shave" and they'd walk away mumbling about oddness and the sort.
So needless to say, I had to stew for a very long time thinking about what to use when I got home tonight. I finally settled on using the OC since I already use a slim adjustable, and wanted to see if an OC was all that I've heard about. Boy should I have read some more.
Once I finally got home from work I got ready to shower and shave. Sterilized the razor, threw in a fresh Astra SP and got the bathroom nice and steamy hot to open up the pores. Threw on some shave foam (still waiting for my brush) and started shaving WTG, cheeks first, as I always do. It felt glorious. Felt like it was very mild. Since it felt so feather light, I thought to myself, a lil pressure couldn't hurt.
All was going quite swimmingly. And then it happened. Halfway through shaving my neck it felt like the blade slipped out, as if it were too shy to really say hello, and all of a sudden was extremely loud and boisterous, drunk on shaving foam. It increasingly went downhill from there. As I let up any pressure, and let the razors feather weight do all the work, the blade had other ideas.
Finally finished with my first pass, I had to go ATG. It's the only way to go for my beard. And I had to show this razor who was the boss around here. It could smell my fear, and I wouldn't let it win.
I relathered, and started my very light first run up my neck. It quickly became my last. Boy howdy did it hurt. I gently placed the fanged beast, and conceded. It had won. This time. I then apologized to my trusty slim adjustable, and promised I wouldn't neglect it again, and it let me have a slightly better shave, even though yhe damage was done.
I now lay here, burning face, wiser, more cautious, and ponder how to master this beast. I will master the OC. But not tonight. I will gently introduce this aggressive beast to my face. Allow it to become accustomed to its new master. Then, when the moment is right, I will strike out, and shave irritation free! I will not let my newfound fear of an OC control me as my fear of spiders does.
So needless to say, I had to stew for a very long time thinking about what to use when I got home tonight. I finally settled on using the OC since I already use a slim adjustable, and wanted to see if an OC was all that I've heard about. Boy should I have read some more.
Once I finally got home from work I got ready to shower and shave. Sterilized the razor, threw in a fresh Astra SP and got the bathroom nice and steamy hot to open up the pores. Threw on some shave foam (still waiting for my brush) and started shaving WTG, cheeks first, as I always do. It felt glorious. Felt like it was very mild. Since it felt so feather light, I thought to myself, a lil pressure couldn't hurt.
All was going quite swimmingly. And then it happened. Halfway through shaving my neck it felt like the blade slipped out, as if it were too shy to really say hello, and all of a sudden was extremely loud and boisterous, drunk on shaving foam. It increasingly went downhill from there. As I let up any pressure, and let the razors feather weight do all the work, the blade had other ideas.
Finally finished with my first pass, I had to go ATG. It's the only way to go for my beard. And I had to show this razor who was the boss around here. It could smell my fear, and I wouldn't let it win.
I relathered, and started my very light first run up my neck. It quickly became my last. Boy howdy did it hurt. I gently placed the fanged beast, and conceded. It had won. This time. I then apologized to my trusty slim adjustable, and promised I wouldn't neglect it again, and it let me have a slightly better shave, even though yhe damage was done.
I now lay here, burning face, wiser, more cautious, and ponder how to master this beast. I will master the OC. But not tonight. I will gently introduce this aggressive beast to my face. Allow it to become accustomed to its new master. Then, when the moment is right, I will strike out, and shave irritation free! I will not let my newfound fear of an OC control me as my fear of spiders does.