I guess the nice way to say it is that I’ve been blessed with thick, curly, he-man hair from my Syrian and Irish he-man ancestors.  In reality, when it comes to shaving that he-man hair every day, ancestry be damned…give me a soft Scandinavian peach fuzz beard!  Oh well, I keep telling myself that Jesus was from near Syria and probably had ingrown hairs in his beard too.  Talk about striving to be Christlike!  I guess in terms of my beard, that’s part of my daily walk.

I’m trying The Art of Shaving.  It looks promising.  Two good shaves in a row ain’t half bad!

James Lileks has similar issues, yet his are infinitely more humorous.  Check out the link, and the included excerpt below.  Enjoy.

Jonathan

Link: LILEKS (James) the bleat.

So how does a Fellow Whose Book Reached the Upper Twenties (on Amazon.com) spend the morning? Slicing his flesh open. The razor turned on me this morning. Doesn’t matter how much you prep your mug, work in the lather; razors are like those wolf-dog hybrids that live by your side without incident for ten years, then tear off your limb. And you say: well, that’s your problem, using a ten-year old razor. What is this, 1984, and you’re having to make a Victory Blade last? No. It’s a three-blade disposable, and I’ve had good luck with them. But every so often there’s a fatal combination of blade, tough whiskers, and operator error. Happens to everyone. Except this morning I cut myself twice; had to put Band-Aids along the bottom of my jaw, looking like I tried to cut my throat but made the mistake of standing on a stool while I did so. Please do not tell me about electric shavers. I go electric every other year or so, and they do not agree with my chin, and I get that too-bad-about-the-smallpox-dude look from strangers.