Yesterday I bought one of those old style safety razors, the ones you twist the bottom of the handle, the top opens up like a butterfly and you can replace the blade. Neat!
I was excited, it was the same razor my dad used in the 60's and 70's. It was "retro" and a bit of nostalgia, I was curious to see what my father went through to get rid of stubble. With a lathered face, while holding a shaving tool from another era, I was thinking it was going to be a breeze. Less razor bumps, they said on the box. A smoother shave, they said. Sure, let's do this.
15 seconds into it, while carefully trying to reach those pesky mustache hairs close to your nostrils (a move that I'm used to do effortlessly and safely with my modern shaver), I accidentally sliced my nose and it was a bloody mess, Carrie-style.
OK, then, I thought. I will try again more carefully this time. Of course familiarity with the tool plays a role, but after the second chunk of skin was cut off my face, it became clear that in life as in shaving, retro is cool but to get the job done, always use the right tool.