Dollar Shave Club...

Today, we’re talking hair and getting rid of it. First of all, I can’t grow a beard. Not that my wife won’t let me grow one (she won’t), but I grow something that looks like I ran into too many bird’s nests and some bits stuck. My beard is not only scraggly, but it ruins razor blades. I use a razor and it looks like I tried to shave a wookie village with the same razor. At one time (when I was pulling in a steady paycheck), I was using a three-blader that I could use a couple of times before it looked like I was shaving with a chainsaw. The refills were ridiculously expensive, though. I’m rough on blades due to the fact that I shave during my shower… water and my trusty blade, no shaving cream or gel. An old friend, Roy (affectionately known as Cannonfodder), posted something about www.dollarshaveclub.com… so I checked it out. Apparently, I’ve been living in a cave… or this site needs to spend some well-earned bucks on advertising (the video on the home page is hilarious)
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This brings us to a few clicks later, and Katie and I are now signed up to get 4 blades a month, each, for less than it costs to get ONE set of 4 replacement blades from the store. The handles we got in the mail are solid, and very comfortable. There are rubber grips all over the thing, so there’s no fear of dropping this sucker when wet. It’s hefty, too. You know you’ve got a tool for massive follicle destruction in your hand when you pick this baby up. Oh, did I mention that we went for the 6 blade version? Six blades? Yeah, six mother*&^#+in’ Levolor blind looking blades! Top it off with a swivel head and you’ve got something that you could easily drop more than $20 on at your local grocery store. But, no… $9 a month. They keep sendin’ ‘em… you keep usin’ ‘em. The policy for switching between different plans and canceling is as simple as clicking a button.

Soooo, I decided to take it for a test run this evening. I had over a week’s worth of growth on my face and didn’t bother running the electric hair clippers over it beforehand (something I have to do with a cheapo razor). With 6 blades, it was like mowing a lawn with a laser. I have the barest of razor burn (usually, it feels like I sat my jowls in a fire ant pile), and looking at the blades, you can’t tell the difference from a brand new one. I think we’re onto something here.

The point of all this, is that if you’re sick and tired of paying out the nose for replacement razor blades that last about as long as a stick of butter in Death Valley and leave your face (or legs, for that matter) looking like you got in a fight with the blender, give Dollar Shave Club a try. At a minimum, it’ll cost you a buck plus shipping… at the most, it’ll put you back $9 to try the best one they have. I think, either way, you’re winning.