Shave Me Like a Man

I’ve been performing an unofficial experiment for the last few years. It started out of pure laziness because my husband leaves his razor in the shower. So I started shaving with it, cuz it beat getting out and going to get mine.

And by the way, I don’t leave mine in there because I don’t want him using it. Double standard? Why yes, serve me up some of that, please.

Well, it got to the point where he wasn’t changing his razors frequently enough, so I started buying the pretty lady kind. And they suck.

You see, they do a delicate lady job of it, all careful, gentle and concerned. What’s with that BS?

I need the big guns. I need machinery. I need horsepower. I grow it like a man, you know.

So, I’m convinced. No matter what they say…there’s a difference between the male and female versions of the exact same disposable razor.

And my legs need a man.