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(Editor's Note: the following entry was submitted by a Shaveblog reader of the feminine persuasion, and by that I mean an actual female, not a shavegeek who simply acts like a nancy boy, and by that I mean a guy who gets hissy and pissy about shaving issues, not the excellent line of men's skin care products of the same name.

Actually, women make up a surprisingly large part of Shaveblog's readership, which only makes sense since they shave a lot more real estate than men do. This shavette really gets it, and by that I mean she understands what all the fuss is about, not that she has sex a lot, although who knows, that's not really my purview, and by that I mean area of focus, not me purring contentedly from my secret spying perch outside their bedroom window.

So please join me in welcoming Beth D. for the first guest Shaveblog -- enjoy! -- CG)

First off, I'm a woman. Let's just get that clear right off the bat. And in case you're taking it two steps further, I am not a woman who currently needs to shave my face. I just wanted to get that out in the open.

I have a husband, yes, who was very much influenced (with my help, of course) by this new shavegeek movement introduced by Corey, and slowly but surely, he's moving into neophyte shavegeek territory. (He's still a tad nervous about the metrosexual aspect, but once I convince him that smooth is sexy, he'll be just fine.) I don't know the specifics, but I do blame Corey for suddenly creating a man in my life who now has smoother skin than I do. But I digress.

In the interest of the upcoming holiday season (and the upcoming holiday panic for finding gifts), I was browsing this fabulous shaveblog.com website, reading all about the amazing fabulousness of creams, including the Proraso Eucalyptus, and thought "Hey, isn't that the beat up tube of goo that's in my husband's side of the bathroom cabinet?"

So this fine evening, inspired by this self-same site, I opened the top of the tube and took a sniff. Yep, there was the slightly menthol, eucalyptusly-fresh, not-quite-musky scent that's not-too-manly, and not-too-floral that I love from my hubby's face. Not too bad, I must admit. Next... take a spot and spread it on my hand. Uninteresting, when you really get down to it. Honestly doesn't feel much different than the slightly stale soap that my grandparents keep in their guest bathroom.

Until I add a touch of water. And suddenly this unassuming opalescent paste turns into a film of slick lather with tiny bubbles... Oooh, okay. I might be catching on to why you guys like this stuff so much.

Okay, here goes! In the name of fair play and just plain nosiness... Larger dab (not enough to qualify as a dollop) onto my hand, add water, spread and lather my own face... Hey, I believe in equality of bathroom goods! Yep, forehead to chin, cheek to cheek... Rinse... no need to repeat, and wow! Niiiiice. A mild tingle, but fresh and smooth feeling. I think I may finally get an idea of what the big deal is here! Clean, soft, and happy healthy feeling... I have to write and say... watch out for the women in your lives, gentlemen, because if your wives (or whatevers) get a whiff of what this stuff can do for their skin, soon you'll see Proraso Eucalyptus re-packaged in overpriced pink bottles at expensive department store counters and the only way you'll get to use it is to sneak it out of my face-cleaning bag every morning.

Oh, but never fear... you're more than welcome to use my Nair any time. After all, fair is fair...

-- Beth D.