First, an apology to Jeff.
Jeff – I’m sorry. The Gillette Fusion is your baby, and I’d about to swing by in a windowless van and snatch this little baby out of your arms. So I whole-heartedly apologize. That said, here is the grand review of the Gillette Fusion, carefully formulated to provide a large amount of information with little or no actual useful content. Impressive. I know.
I want to be upfront about something else. I don’t want to like the Gillette Fusion. In fact, I very much want to dislike it. Every time Gillette comes out with a new product, the price goes up, and I want feel like the razor mafia is coming by to collect insurance. I’m poor. I can’t afford this sort of extortion. ….but I can’t afford to not have the best shave money can buy, can I?
I have a special need for this 5-headed hydra beast. As you can see here, I’m beginning to show early signs of baldness. (Thanks Mom and Dad. That’s right Mom AND Dad)
As a result, I eat Mach3 blades for breakfast. With a little milk and brown sugar, they are delicious. I shave my head about once a week or so, and it is guaranteed eat a blade. After a solid head shaving, I’m left with a dull stump of a blade, the “moisturizing strip” is paper white, and all dried up.
So how does this 5 headed affront to the lord hold up? Take a peek.
So the end verdict – the Fusion does in fact achieve the all important “creepy baby skin soft” that will cause strangers and coworkers alike to grope my head in inappropriate ways. My head is remarkably blood free in the aftermath, and there was enough of an edge left to shave my face.
It looks the like Gillette Mafia will be getting another four bucks a blade after all.