Don't cut yourself.

 Today is Safety Razor Day according to my west coast brother, and he does seem to know about these things. Do you remember the Christmas movie about the boy who wants a Red Rider bb gun, and his parents refuse, because, as they told him repeatedly, "You'll shoot your eye out."? Well, I had a similar experience in my youth except it involved a safety razor.  I was a freshman in high-school and desperately wanted to shave my legs like the cool girls did.  However, my mother was convinced that if I used a safety razor I would cut my leg off, or, at least slice an artery.  Now I grant you that I was not particularly coordinated in those days. I was a five foot, ten inch bean pole, with flailing arms and two left feet, so my mother had some cause to be concerned.  She was a kindhearted person though. For Christmas that year I received a lovely little red Lady Shick electric razor.  I used that for my legs for some time, finally switching to a safety razor in college, with an occasional  nick but no serious blood loss.