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Sat, Jul 28, 2007
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The Gillette Mach 3, contrary to popular belief, isn't a razor. It's a self-torture device with clever marketing.
So I would have sworn after it made four long years at university noticeably longer. It's amazing how much sore bleeding skin can impact on your day.
But I'm a curious type, and I couldn't help but wonder how well it would work if, instead of using it on dry skin covered with gel out of a pressurized cannister, I used it with my now-customary brush-applied lather.
So this morning, I dragged my old enemy out of retirement and gave it a go after my shower.
It's actually a very weird experience, dragging a flat plastic cartridge across your face when you're used to a more traditional type of razor. It kind of reminds me of a potato peeler we've got in the kitchen...
Ah well.
I didn't get a single nick or cut. I'd have been genuinely surprised if I had, to be honest - soap-based lather really does make that much difference. I was, however, expecting to be left with somewhat scraped-feeling skin. Three passes, four (and even five) in places, using a three-bladed cartridge... that's a lot of wear & tear.
However, I can honestly say that the mildest single-blade razors I've got do more damage than the Mach 3 did. Even the Alum block test agreed that there was no damage done - not the slightest tingle.
So all-in-all, a hugely different experience than I had ten years ago (God that makes me feel old.) The Mach 3 used to be painful, bloody, and not a very good shave.
Today... two out of three ain't bad. As stated above, in some places, I actually applied lather & shaved five times to get a reasonably good finish.
The Mach 3 did a pretty good job on flat surfaces, such as my cheeks. But it struggled badly with the area under my chin, which is admittedly densely-packed with hairs. And it just couldn't do anything with my jawline: The sharp angle was just too much for it.
I think I'll keep some spare blades around for it: If nothing else, it's very easy to shave with - no worries at all about maintaining the right angle.
But there's no chance at all that I'll switch to it full-time. Regardless of what the marketing & sales people may say, it just doesn't shave as well as a single-blade.
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Advice From a Single Girl
So Friday (last) started out so well, I knew it was going to be an awesome day.
I slept in (ahhh, bliss) and went for a morning walk to mail some....er...mail (because, seriously, what else can you mail? turtles?) and it was sunny and warm and I hadn't had any caffeine yet so I got myself a Slurpee. Nothing says awesome Summer day like a 10 am Coke Slurpee cooling you down in the sun.
But do you know what really tipped the morning into full-blown awesomeness? The two shirtless, amazingly hot guys who jogged past me, sweaty and gorgeous as I walked home. Ahhhhh, sugar, sun, and sexy, my own personal Summer trifecta.
I went over to where C-Dawg was staying and picked her up (so there would be no driving necessary) and we came back to my apartment, poured ourselves a summer-worthy drink and headed out on the town.
We wandered through downtown, people watching and talking and laughing and window shopping and then we headed to one of the local patios and ordered up a pitcher and some appetizers.
And that's when the real fun began.
You see, C-Dawg and I love people watching. And more than that, we love making up little stories about people and trying to guess who they are. We'd soon discovered that Friday would have to be known as "Everyone Looks Familiar Day" because I kept on seeing people that I thought looked familiar but I couldn't tell if they actually were or if I was just imagining it.
We decided that the couple next to us had just boated in on their yacht and that the guys across from us were all discussing their volleyball league's last game.
We also tried to narrow down which men C felt were too young for me and which she deemed "just right." Once we'd narrowed my age-group down to a ten year span she tested me to see if I could actually tell which guys were ok and which were in the "are you crazy, he's way too young" category.
I did not do well at this. (sigh)
As the pitcher got emptied, a table behind us became filled with a bunch of guys. C-Dawg, needing to "get out of the sun" (which we're pretty sure the guys could tell was an obvious ploy for her to be able to stare at the guys instead of having to pretend to look around and can I just say thank goodness for sunglasses and how easy they make it to check out cute guys?) sat next to me and we started to figure out the back story for these guys.
Later, C decided to choose which of the guys she'd set me up with and when she did she very kindly me that I could go out with the nice, sweet, geeky one because I'm a geek too at which point I protested until she promised she was a geek as well and it wasn't a bad thing. (Strangely enough I know what she means.)
At one point, the waiter came over and there'd been this on-going joke between the three of us because servers kept on trying to bring us food we hadn't ordered and I kept on making this dumb joke about it and then when C-Dawg told me the joke was getting old and the waiter laughed, I turned to him and said (and I quote) "Hey, I'm just going to keep saying it because it never be's not funny!"
At which point he suggested that this wasn't our first patio of the evening and I couldn't stop laughing because I couldn't believe I'd said "be's" and how as I'd said it it had TOTALLY been a word.
Ahhh alcohol, what silly things you do to my brain.
We hit up a few more places after that and went for dinner at my favourite place and then watched an awesomely bad movie back at my place. (Hi, I'm Victoria and I'm going to say the word 'place' as many times as possible in one sentence. I are a good writer.)
It was pretty darn awesome and I'm sure there's more I can think of, like how she wet-willied a statue and how she almost convinced me to give nice geek guy my number and how we sat outside the best ice cream place in town and convinced a bunch of other people that yes, they really should go inside and get a cone.
A good day, a great afternoon, a fun evening. It always be's like that with the C-Dawg. I can't wait til we get to do it again.
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