I bought a new razor-blade today.

Gosh, did it feel good. The acne that I thought I’d gotten rid of 6 months ago was coming back the day before. Every time I shaved I knew why the acne was coming back.

I wasn’t treating my skin kindly. Every time I shaved it was rough. It left marks. Every time I shaved I knew was doing damage. But I thought I just had to take that damage.

But then I went into the drugstore today and saw something beautiful: a razor-blade for sensitive skin. Gilette knew me. They were speaking right to me.

And then, as if my credit card was a magic wand — I bought it. A razor just for me. A way to relieve myself of the damage. A way to simply feel better.

When I put it to my face later that day it simply flew. It was soft, and beautiful. It felt like a gentle caress. I could feel the difference. No longer was I damaging my skin. No longer did I feel remorse for the actions I was taking against my body. I felt good.

So good, in fact, that I was excited to FaceTime my girlfriend.

So good, in fact, that I decided to write a bit about it.

Now that is why I love capitalism.