Shaving, regardless of the fact that we use modern razors and shaving cream, feels like such a primal activity to me.
I always listen to ancient tribal music whenever I shave, for this reason.
It feels like a pretty solemn activity. I mean, this hair on my face has been with me for the past (insert length of time here) and now I’m abruptly ripping it out and discarding it to the sewers.
Same thing with haircuts— this hair has been with me through everything for the past (insert length of time here) and now I’m giving it the ol’ chippity-choppity.
I don’t know. It makes me wonder.
Whenever I get a haircut or shave, I reflect on everything I’ve been through since my last haircut/shave: the ups, the downs, the unremarkable, etc.
Sometimes, if things have been crappy, I’ll say, “good riddance” to the hair as I wash it down the drain.
Other times, if things have been terrific, I’ll say, “no, no, no. Come back! Please come back!” as I wash the hairs down the sink. Then, I’ll dart my hands into the sink in an attempt to save the hairs before they wash down the drain, but I usually only get one or two because they’re slippery from the water and shaving cream.
Until next time,
Michael J. Erickson, CEO & Co-Founder
