I used my fancy-pants vibrating razor again. I find it disorienting. It slides over my face without cutting me. It makes my fingers tingle. It leads me to conclude, seriously, that we're finished as a society. Between this and heated car seats, I don't see how we're going to survive. Also Double-Stuff Oreos and the designated hitter. We're growing weak and pitiful.
Could this be why the terrorists hate us? It certainly making me hate myself.