I’d used disposable BIC razors for decades when, ages ago, I first thought about dumping plastic for a metal razor and discardable blades.

Except, through inattentiveness, I’d bought more bulk packs of blue, twin-bladed BIC disposables than anyone needs. I had about 40 plastic razors – enough to shave the swath of neck under my bearded face for 10 years.

I looked online just now, and BIC’s latest version of that razor is differently shaped and no longer blue. It’s been that long since I needed razors.

No matter. My BIC stash depleted at last, I’m now a metal razor man. Meet my new “Parker Closed Comb Adjustable Double Edge Safety Razor,” a marvel in metal fabrication.

Consider its heft. My kitchen scale says the Parker weighs 3⁷/₈ ounces to the BIC’s measly quarter ounce.

Even better, the Parker’s domed top, when bathed in hot water, delivers a balm of heat as it swipes across skin. It’s an early-morning treat, an indulgence that seems less indulgent and more necessary with each shave.

And what’s life without our small but necessary indulgences?

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