On Shaving, the True Cause of the Crash

I have been meaning to blog on the subject of shaving for some time, but, somehow, I shied away, it just seemed too intimate. But this morning, attempting in vain to open an eight-pack pack of Gillette Fusion Power blades - you need scissors, big ones,  I cracked. I am a sucker for the latest shaving technology and, sadly, I don't feel Wilkinson Sword has been quite up to the cutting edge  - geddit? - work from Gillette. On the other hand, blades for the latest Fusion system are now so expensive they are fitted with special security tags in supermarkets. Buying one of these six-bladed monsters is a huge and ongoing financial commitment. If the American poor have been suckered into Fusions, they will have had to borrow from Cowboy Loans Inc just to keep themselves in blades. When the crunch comes, these ranks of Cletus Spucklers will be forced to default and bring the world financial system to its knees. This is nothing to do with homes, it's all about shaving. But, I have to say, the Fusion system is impressive. Though it's rather like mowing your face with a combined harvester, it certainly eliminates the old stubble - especially in the Power incarnation. I cannot imagine what Gillette will come up with next. Perhaps they'll consolidate as all the Cletuses are forced to grow beards. But I suspect, come the next upturn, I'll be buying the Gillette Terminator Power - a small chain-saw like object with teeth and gouging blades to hook the stubble out by the roots.