Grandpa used one. So did Al Capone. My Bics have had it and I’m feeling brave (or just plain crazy!), so I’m switching over to the ever-faithful straight razor. My girlfriend wants to play barber, but that’s out of the question. Instead, I lather up with lots of soap (American Crew Moisturizing Shave Cream to be precise) and a pure boar bristle brush (spare no expense!). Then, with steady hand, I go for it. The first cut is the toughest (and potentially, deepest, to coin an old Rod Stuart song), but I get through the job unscathed. A hot towel and some Bay Rum aftershave (finally, something she can help with!) and I look sharp—pun intended!