shhh! it's a secret!

I think I've found my inspiration for Randy's Father's Day gift.

Mark Bertrand links an Andy Crouch article on the virtues of wet shaving. I highly recommend it for some thought on the subject of the man's toilette and the Razor Blad Scam. (Ladies, take note: this applies to you, too.) And, (in the name of Peak Oil) we've also been making some changes around our home, so frankly, this article fits in with our Luddite leanings as well.

If it's not for you, then it's not for you. But I ask you, woman to woman:

Wouldn't you rather your man smell like almond, sandalwood, or summer sage rather than that antiseptic odor, masked by chemical fragrances, left by his canned shaving cream?

Wouldn't you rather wake to see beautiful tools that will last a lifetime and know that you weren't dumping useless, expensive plastics and unrecyclable cans into a landfill?

Wouldn't you hide the Mach3 and the silly, electric buzzing machine and the cans o' chemicals so you'd never have to return to the days of the quick and dirty shave--of half-stubble and red, ingrown hairs?

Wouldn't it be lovely to get that timeless photo of your man carefully pulling his razor over his softened and well-lathered, good-smelling face, while your little one gazes on in rapt fascination at this rite of adulthood?

Heck. Forget the kid. You'd sit on the sink yourself and watch, just to glory in the manliness of it all.

Wouldn't you?

I thought you'd agree.