Does anyone else kind of have a feeling of superiority over the mindless masses dragging what can, at best, be described as rusty plowshares over their faces every morning? I mean we (particularly here at SRP) use (in many cases) blades older than our grandparents and sharp as, well, a razor, to shear the hair from our faces. Not only is it less painful, but when practiced without the crazy out of control RAD most of us have, it is cheaper too. Some days I just can't help but feel superior. I just can't help it.

Have a Guinness on the house.