Nevermind!

You know how it is. You stumble upon an amazing restaurant -- the food's incredible, the prices are cheap, the place is inexplicably empty except for a select few lucky foodies who, like you, are giggling like idiots with every bite as the waiter keeps bringing over more dessert courses on the house.
Do you tell your friends about it? Or do you clutch this jewel to your chest and keep it to yourself, so you don't have to stand in line to get a table tomorrow?
My problem is, I always blab. I can't help it. I love sharing my finds with people. I even do it for a living now.
But sometimes, I wish I hadn't opened my big fat mouth. Because what happens is, everyone and their Nanna Fanny jumps on the bandwagon and suddenly I'm standing in line and there's a two-hour wait, and now I'm wearing this stupid vibrating beeper when by all rights I should be shoveling ambrosia into my face and laughing the triumphal laugh of the selfish hedonist.
Which is my way of saying I should've kept my yap shut about Schick Injectors. Or rather, Andy should've kept his mush (Britslang) shut about his trick of using clipped Feather disposable straight razor blades in an Injector, and before him, Gordon, who started this whole thing by reminding the shavegeek forums for as long as I can remember that the Injector is, in fact, a superior safety razor to the double-edge DE, and that it not only shaves closer but causes less irritation and is easier to boot.
Now the word's out, and shavegeeks everywhere are scarfing up Injectors on eBay and driving up the prices to heretofore unheard-of heights. Hundreds of dollars for used razors from the 1970s?? What is WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?!
Honestly.
So let me make this perfectly, abundantly clear:
Nevermind!
I was wrong about the Injector. So was Andy. Gordon's never wrong, but that's beside the point. We were ALL WRONG.
The Injector is actually a TERRIBLE razor. Can't shave worth a tinker's damn. Even with a Feather blade, you may as well be waving a real bird's feather on your face, because nothing's gonna get cut. And with the standard Schick blades, your whiskers actually grow longer and more coarse with every swipe of the razor. It goes against science and God, but it's true.
You see, kids, sometimes Uncle Corey gets a little too much Concord Grape in him, and he goes off half-cocked, waving his arms around and shooting his fool mouth off. Usually it's just crazy diatribes about the gummint, but sometimes Uncle Corey really goes off the deep end, and this was one of those times.
Fact is, old Schick Injectors are the worst razors you can possibly use on your face. The blade geometry's all wrong, the strange material the handles are all made of leaves warts on your fingers, and that chrome or gold plating on the part that contacts your skin? It's lead. North Korean "super lead", in fact, that's even more poisonous than a houseful of paint chips. The briefest of touches and you might as well start writing up a living will because if you don't, the gummint's gone take it all away.
The most poisonous (and, coincidentally, the worst-shaving) models of the Injector razor are the E-series razors from the 1940s, with the bakelite handles and brass shaving heads. Ouch, are they awful! I mean, just look at 'em. Lousy shavers, especially the as-new ones that hardly look used. They're the worst. Steer clear. Whole communities have been wiped out by the plague caused by just one of these razors. Injector? Ha! More like, "infector"! They'll infect you, and your whole family. Just don't even bid on them. They're like a nest of vipers.
Almost as bad are the all-alloy type F Injectors, which I haven't actually tried because they're pretty rare and by rare I mean horrible. Just horrible. You get that all-metal razor under some hot water and then bring it up to your face, you're going to sear through your flesh like a hot coal. Permanent scarring is the name of that tune -- you heard it here first. As I said, I don't have one of these yet, so if you find one, send it to me and I'll toss it into a smelter as soon as I receive it.
See, I'm just trying to help you people. I do this out of love. Like Leo Buscaglia. You're my friends, and I want you to get that perfect shave you're entitled to. You just need to know that you're not going to get it with a vintage, as-new Injector with original box with no bids 20 minutes before the end of the auction. No, especially not then.
What we all need to do is quit bidding on these Injectors. Just stop doing it, starting this minute. You won't believe how much better you'll feel the instant you stop the sinful, shameful, self-destructive cycle of bidding on and winning vintage Injectors on eBay. Some have described it as "A feeling of total joy and release, like a million orgasms, or a dozen S'mores crammed in your mouth all at once." Others tell of a brilliant white light that suffuses their entire being and radiates outward in all all directions, connecting their very soul to the cosmos. Still others report enhanced stamina, hair regrowth, and sudden financial windfall. And all from just refraining from bidding on any more vintage Injectors on eBay.
As for me, I suffered through a MISERABLY poor shave this morning. Like an idiot, I used my Injector (stupid, STUPID!) with a Feather Pro Super blade, after lathering up with my Vulfix #2235 badger brush and some Taylor's Rose shaving cream. Oy yoy yoy! What a waste of time. Not a hair was reduced, despite the fact that I cut myself up so bad I passed out from the pain. Came to in an ambulance screaming through traffic, with an IV stuck in my arm. Is that how you want to start your day?
I was horribly wrong about the Schick Injector. I only hope I'm not too late to stop the rest of you from bidding on any more of these razors on eBay. And if you've already scored an Injector or two or fourteen, I've got three magic words that will change your life:
CATCH AND RELEASE.
That's right -- you "caught" an old Injector on eBay and got your little prehistoric hunter DNA thrill, so now's the time to "release" that Injector back onto eBay with an auction of your own. I guarantee you'll sell it for more than you originally paid for it! In fact, I super double guarantee it.
Some wise investors -- the kind Uncle Sam doesn't want you to know about -- are making ten, twenty, even a hundred million dollars a week by selling old Injectors they won on eBay back on eBay. It's the latest thing that Hollywood celebrities and particularly sexy hip-hop artists are doing. I'm not saying you're as cool and attractive as they are, but hey, maybe you are! In which case, this is something you really should get moving on, as fast as you can.
And finally, let me get down on my hands, knees and chin and apologize for saying that these old Injectors are anything north of dreadful. I have a drinking problem, you see, and I need help. But that's my cross to bear. You shouldn't worry about me right now. No, you need to focus on the matter at hand.
People, stop bidding on Injectors, and dump the ones you've already scored back on eBay. Do it today.
Do it for -- the children.
















