Facebook introduces one to people with lives quite different than one's own. One of whom deserves mention, because his 'hobby' is shaving. Fine badger hair brushes, carefully compounded high-quality soaps (some creamy, some not), and old fashioned razor blades.
I appreciate his passion, but shall not friend him. Because besides his shaving regularly, I know only one other thing about him. He's a pipesmoker and drinks coffee. Nothing about his politics or worldview.
Looks like a decent enough chap.
Might be a psycho.
My shaving follows hot coffee (two cups) in the morning. It involves a disposable razor and plain hand soap at the sink, just before a shower.
Indeed, I do have a very nice shaving brush.
But I do not make love to my face.
It's strictly business.
There is no reason for me to "soften and lift my beard" with a perfect lather. My soaps and blades do not come from carefully curated collections chosen by experts maintaining a craft passed down from the ancestors.
The lovely shaving brush sits in a bookcase.
Next to the pipe stem polish.
The following is from the "what the hell did I just watch?" file.
THE ART OF SHAVING ...
[SOURCE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YhCMq_d2Pko.]
Tragically, I am not a hipster.
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