(this is the verse that always pops into mind when looking at a straight razor, although the phrase was directed by nasty Edomites towards Jerusalem, I think I can reappropriate it for a different purpose.)
My first straight razor shave was without much of the blood and tears promised by Amazon reviewers to first-timers. It easily took off an amount of scruffiness that would have clogged a disposable razor after two swipes. But still, asking myself why I bought it, I guess the main reason is that I liked the idea of it. True, it's more efficient at removing beardiness than the bags of razor encrusted plastic sticks I was using before, and also true, it will cost less in the long run; but those aren't what pushed me over the edge.
I guess the romance of something less specialized is a better part of it, the attraction G.K. Chesterton wrote about in his essay "The Universal Stick".
But not quite, because if I was going to go Chestertonian, I'd be using a knife.
It could also be a sort of nostalgia, the way some people enjoy old cars, fedoras, pipes and "classic" movies.
I suppose I could ask my little brother, because I found out the day before yesterday that he beat me to the punch and has been shaving w/ a straight razor for two months now.
All reasons combined, I think it was worth it.
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Kin! It is weird and bears noting that you two decided together, being miles apart, to use a straight razor. Interesting. Perhaps there's a message there?
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