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Have you seen a 'Razor' lately?

Not the once pop cell phone - no, no not a 2 wheel contraption that kids and adults alike seem to hover on (used to anyway - nowadays its a different gadget with 2 wheels I think) - I am actually talking about the ubiquitous device many males (human kind) on this planet use with a well defined cadence.

The mighty RAZOR - as in an implement designed to reduce the keratin based growth also called facial hair (growth from other parts of anatomy are optionally eliminated with said device) from the front end of the user.

This device started its growth (notice it actually retards hair growth) with a hard edge perhaps made from the locally available flintrock and then transformed itself into state of the art stainless steel edge to provide the suave gent with a glide worthy facial texture. It was expected that a relevant species would entertain themselves by rubbing their face on the clean shaven gent thereby making for some enjoyable time spent.

Anyway where I am going with the razor story is this -

Starting with a single blade this mundane tool (in my limited lifetime of shaving) has gone from 2 to 3 to 4 to now 5 and even 6 bladed contraption to continue to deliver an even finer experience as above mentioned case study highlights.

Really?

I mean owning Gillette stock is a Plus, but to really believe that so many blades are going to drive the silly hair follicle to gag and just give up finally is folly.

I wonder when I am left to twiddle my thumbs or scratch the clean shaven jaw line for no apparent reason that the day when homes come with walls made of nothing but stainless blades (100s of them); providing the occupants a constant way to tweak their anatomy by ridding of hairy excess by rubbing relevant portions on the wall much like a swine would on an errant bark.

Part of the home could be made of shaving surfaces and the remainder could be flat panels capable of showing images from the internet or the broadcasting conglomorates that the shaver chooses to occupy him (or her) self with.

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