"Why grow your hair?" asks, among other things Claudio Baglioni in his beautiful song a few years ago. Why grow a beard? - I wonder. It would rather avoid, even if several springs ago I tried to grow it with very little success on all fronts.
Over time I believe they are better off (in all senses) and the need to follow some simple rules on the management dell'indesiderato ordinary fleece.
Number one: do not ever get a beard in the afternoon, let alone in the evening (but this, perhaps, is normally shared by most of the hairy boys) to those hours of the day's beard is a lot more woody texture to wake up.
Number two: Do \u200b\u200bnot shave on the second day since the last, when the hair is too short and inflexible to be cut without the risk of annoying injuries, then choose The daily shaving, cutting the hairs just throws his head out and give him air until the third or fourth day.
Rule number three: to avoid as far as I'm concerned electric razor: especially in the neck I could hardly hope to get decent results considering the raw material.
short, understand that Mother Nature has run (or just my mother) has left me in a beard dowry among the most stubborn, hard to subdue, and that morning the condition of the undersigned, his face covered with gel foam in front of the bathroom mirror has nothing to do with the icons and the advertising industry, where the daffodils persuasive gesture dwarf sweet painters graceful in an attempt to settle the unbeatable under the last tetra-blade razor.
The point is that these blessed blades cost a fortune, so that it almost nearly ask for Christmas gift in a six-month basis gesubambino (it seems that Santa Claus does not know where to look for strut, just as it is accustomed to day work of the depilatory most of us mere mortals. Mal going, I will ask the whole concern, which at a guess it would seem some problems of hirsutism).
A pack of ten (razor blades, I mean) the other day I paid € sixteen and fifty. If you consider that the same blade can keep up with my beard combative for no longer than two rounds at the end of the month is a nice nest egg that goes to a looming of which - as mentioned - I would rather avoid.
Of course the manufacturers of these kinds of comfort, if only they wanted, they would know how to tear out the blade out of the hat indestructible, that proof indestructible beard. But in defiance of the half of mankind and to the delight of their CEOs continue to believe that it is much better to go ahead with the disposable. The alternative would be to go back to the old barber's razor, affiliated to the leather when it is necessary, but the idea of \u200b\u200bhaving to handle up areas so worries me a bit delicate.
So it goes without saying that the humble razor, especially these days, has become a valuable commodity. So that the shelves of supermarkets is now kept under lock and key in tough squared like shoplifting in order to avoid misappropriation.
And so, as the most patient cashier traffic not just to release the product packaging dall'ingombrante armor-robbers chases, the ATM by entering the code again I we recall the verses of a song I can not remember the title. The one where Frank Sinatra raises another question (but how many questions are the songs!) but this time decisive
"Which Side Are You?
're on the side of To Be A Superhero?
or who built them stealing? ".
Merry Christmas.
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