So, I used my flu as an excuse not to shave. A week later, my face looked sort of dirty--in the right light. The men in my family have almost no facial hair. My Dad's part Native American and my brother and I both inherited the general lack of scruff. Add on top of that the fact that I'm blond and my dreams of being a rugged lumberjack are pretty much never going to come true.
Guys always tell me how lucky I must be not to have to shave, but when I was younger, the inability to grow sideburns haunted me. I even bought Rogaine once and slapped it on my face in hopes that I would grow something. Doesn't work, by the way. Which is all to say that the idea of using a straight razor, along with all the necessary accessories and rituals, really appeals to me.
