I have a scar on my pinky finer from shaving…not too sure how it happened, but it bled like mad for such a tiny little cut! I am TERRIBLE at shaving…I manage to nick myself a couple of times every time I change blades. I just changed RAZORS (my mom gave me a Venus in my Christmas stocking - I forget the name of the purple one I had before). So far, I’ve only been brave enough to shave my armpits…I plan on taking my time on my legs, lest I manage to amputate one, and I just haven’t had the time. It needs to be done, though. My legs are beginning to look like Christmas trees 
I have a similar faint scar on my ankle. And one a good two inches up my shin that has almost faded. I’d be fine for a few moments, and then lose concentration and rrrriiiiipppp, another scar and major blood loss.
I shouldn’t be around sharp objects at all, so I wax instead now. If it’s hair and it needs to be removed it’s getting waxed or staying where it is… no more razors for me.
You people are terrible shavers. I only nick get cut shaving once in a blue moon.
Thank goodness for winter, eh?
(By which I meant, of course, thank goodness for winter so we can get by without risking life and limb [literaly] via sharp, dull, or rusty razors scraped against our skin by employing the use of pants. Not the more rude version which upon reflection some Dopers might think I meant. My legs also happen to resemble Christmas trees.)
When I was a child, I was a moron.
I am a girl. But I was a dork, and thought, oh, daddy shaves his face, I wanna try. My dad kept his happy disposable razors on the sink in the bathroom. So I’m in the shower one day and playing with the razor, running it down my face. I get down to my chin and instead of twisting my wrist and dragging the blade the normal way across my chin, I just take the thing straight sideways across it.
As I said, I was a moron. I basically cut a two inch slit across my chin. I’m screaming, I’m bleeding, I’m crying, mommy runs in and asks me what the hell I did… my smart response, because of course playing with the razor is a no-no… “I didn’t do anything! It just happened!” Yup, a two-inch long slice just appeared across my chin. Bright child, I. And how embarrassing is it to have to go to school with a bandaid across your chin? Oy. I think I was like 7-ish.
Oh, and I haven’t shaved my legs since sometime in October. I wear pants every day and I nobody ever sees me naked. 
So no reason to. Oh well.
Here’s the other side -
by using a sharp face razor on your legs, you dull it with the coarse leg hair, and the next time the owner of the razor uses it, he cuts his face up quite badly.
It is a lose, lose situation.
Yikes! It’s a good thing all you Baby-Jackie-Rippers didn’t start shaving limbs back in the day. There weren’t no stinkin’ disposables for anybody, let alone cute little pink ones. We all used the standard double-edge razor blade screwed into something that vaguely resembled an implement of inquisition torture. Greywolf, honey, save yourself. The next time you need a shave, check out the back of your ankles. Chances are there isn’t any hair there, or whatever is would be better tweezed to extinction. I feel your pain.
Ouch! Sorry about your close shave.
I just got my lady an electric shaver that can be used in the shower, and a “bikini line” shaver. She cuts herself when she uses my disposable, (But nothing like the cuts I get after I unsuspectingly try to use the same razor she has used on her legs. Much better for both of us.
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Christ Almighty! And people razz me about not shaving my legs. After reading this thread, I’ll never touch a razor again in my whole freakin’ life. Not even to move one if it’s in my way.
The other poster was right. My face is all screwed up from wincing at all the graphic descriptions of razor torture.
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The mental image I’m getting here is going to stay with me for a looooooong time…