Today the good people at Costco saw fit to mail me a complementary Gillette Fusion. Whoa. The thing looks and feels like it has come back to me from the not-too-distant future. Pretty cool. But the best part? Six blades. Mutha-fricken six blades. To think that tomorrow morning there will be chumps out there shaving with a less than six bladed razor just makes the CEO laugh and laugh and laugh. God I love this country.

It wasn’t so long ago that four bladed razors were looked upon as objects of satire (best Onion piece ever, by the way). Not anymore, baby. This blade count arms-race can only continue, and I am glad for it: when Jr. starts shaving (age 11 is my guess) I fully expect him to be using a razor with at least fourteen blades. Or perhaps the robot and/or cyborg actually doing the shaving for the lad will use such a razor; who knows what wonders the future holds?

I’ll report tomorrow on the quality of the Fusion delivered shave, and as to whether or not I’ve been suckered into buying replacement blades for the six headed beast.