…on something she definitely doesn’t really need.
In keeping with the recent shaving theme (thanks, think, MSK!) I thought I would share my own razor blade saga.
Okay. You’ve seen the commercials. The beautiful women with their long legs all lying on the beach, toes tapping to some ridiculous music…
Well, I bought into the machine yesterday. After forking over EIGHT DOLLARS [sub](I’m a poor college student, so yeah, it’s a lot of money)[/sub] for the new Venus razor that will change my life forever, I am experiencing serious buyer’s remorse. But, like a little kid on Christmas morning, I have already ripped the package open and played around with the nifty case and the blade changer. So, returning it is out of the question.
But back to the blade changer…the package claims that it is “quick and easy- even in the shower.” Well, perhaps I am just terribly inept, but I swear it took me at least ten minutes to figure the damn thing out. Yeah, I know, just push the button, and the blade pops off. Not so, my friends. The amount of pressure I had to put on this button was ridiculous. And I was dry and not standing with my leg precariously balanced in the soap dish! Just imagine the disaster had I discovered this stubborn button then!
Bleh. And then imagine my disbelief when I opened the neat little “shower storage system” and found only ONE cartridge. So not only did I spend tons of money (that I don’t have) on this ridiculous hunk of sculpted plastic, I only get two razors out of it. And the razors have this wonderful “indicator strip” feature which tells you when it is time to spend more rent money on new cartridges. How kind of the folks at Gillette.
I haven’t used it yet, mostly because I am afraid it will prove to be just as effective as any old cheap disposable razor, thereby proving that I wasted eight bucks that could have helped pay for my phone bill. Oh well.
And I would like to say for the record I am not normally so receptive to advertising…well, okay. I do have more makeup than any woman might possibly need in a lifetime (most of it bought in times of crisis - what does that say about me?!). But I don’t wanna be like this! I gotta get the ad monkey off my back. Why are so many people willing to believe a new life can be found in a shiny new package, or the newest sparkly eyeshadow? Also for the record, I returned the sparkly eyeshadow. I doubt I could have pulled it off.