On Shaving

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I spent a bit of time with the brother and the brothers-in-law, and all of us were sporting various amounts of stubble, despite the celebration of an early Christmas. Not unusual perhaps, but it did spark a bit of an exchange, that is the subject of Today’s Perfect Moment, regardless of the fact that perhaps stubble is the antithesis of perfect skin…

One brother-in-law said that his wife (my youngest sister) enforced a no shaving on the weekends policy. This struck me as sensible, but odd since I viewed my youngest sister as being the most fussy.  Obviously, I was wrong, but I wondered how this came about.  I mean, this is the policy I follow unless it’s date night or I am sporting a soft beard–the rarity of either of those things make it an easy policy to follow.

Before I could ponder it, my brother-in-law did a dead on impression of my sister exclaiming that “my Dad didn’t shave on holidays, so neither should you.” As it was a perfect rendition, he certainly will catch a lot of heat for it, but it entertained me.

Now, I suppose that I follow this policy because I learned it from my Dad, though obviously much more subconsciously than my brother-who-now-sleeps-on-the-couch-in-law. Or did I conclude that having to shave every day for work was a pain and my face needed a break?  When I taught in Japan, facial hair was highly discouraged except if you already had a moustache, which was  a lucky break for the head teacher.  Of course we had lots of strict rules for teaching in Japan that included jackets and ties even in the heat of summer (nylons for the ladies).

It’s funny what we pick up from our family. Along with the shaving rule, I learned that being on time means arriving 15 minutes early from my father.  Arriving five minutes early is considered late.  I would have to say that this rule has served me well until now.  I also learned that maps and GPS were for wimps.  This has been a struggle at times, but also adventurous.

Back to shaving.

I am still a blade man, never having really taken to an electric razor. I am glad to see that the hype over the number of blades and the astronomical prices have come down thanks to competition from buck a shave clubs and other online retailers.  I also like using a brush and different kinds of soap–everything from the drugstore to Crabtree and Evelyn.

This by the way is not the first time I have written about shaving. Please check out these interesting posts here and here. Having re-read them before attaching them, I like the first one the most.  It even shares the same picture.

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About Anthony

I am: equal parts rebel, romantic and shockingly average Joe. a writer trapped inside of an ESL teacher's body. an introverted attention seeker. a teacher who hopes one day to be called "Captain, my Captain." an intellectual who can do some very dumb things. a person whose Japan experience, despite being so long ago, still exerts a strong influence upon him. a lover of books, music, beer, hockey and Pizza.
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5 Responses to On Shaving

  1. I view shaving as a somewhat painful chore – who wants to drag a sharp blade across their face and neck each day?! That said I mostly always shave before work and have a break from it when not working. I prefer a blade, brush and block cream, then a moisturising cream for after.

  2. leggypeggy says:

    Asking for directions is for wimps too. Fun post.

  3. bgddyjim says:

    I’m an every day guy, even weekends. I can’t take not shaving. My father was Air Force and never had more than a 12-hour stubble. I blame him.

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