For the last year I have lived my life relatively free of advertisements, due to my investment in a DVR. This summer I worked at a summer camp in the mountains, isolated from the media and advertisements. Now this low exposure to the product advertising geniuses has left me quite susceptible to ad campaigns, once I do entertain them. On my road trip back home, I stayed in various hotels, and was super eager to watch television. One particular commercial caught my eye, it was one for the Venus Embrace!!!

For a long time I have been a Venus Razor user, but I must admit I have been a bit envious of other razors that contained more than the three blades the Venus Razor offers. Well, I suppose Gillette (the maker of Venus Razors) caught on and created the Venus Embrace, a Venus style razor with FIVE blades!!!

Oooo, the possibilities! A few days after I got back to New Mexico, I made a Wal-Mart trip and found myself in the razor aisle gazing into the five shinny blades of the Venus Embrace! I made the purchase, even though I was a little put off by the eight dollars I paid for it. I was eager to use my new razor, however my current razor still had some life in it, and not wanting to waist a perfectly good razor, I continued to use my old one for the next couple of weeks. I carefully placed my Venus Embrace under the sink and found myself sometimes thinking about how awesome it would be to use it…how perfectly smooth my legs would be, because of the two extra blades.

The day finally came! Thursday evening I was going on a date with Chris, a cute, witty, and quite charming guy who I was looking forward to spending some time with. I had planed out my outfit the night before; a black sleeveless top, cut low…but not too low, and a denim skirt that would hit mid thigh. I decided that this event would be the perfect time to rip the protective plastic from the Venus Embrace and give those five blades a whirl.

Now, I would like to tell you that it worked out well, that my legs have never felt so smooth, that a miracle occurred when those shinny blades hit my shaving cream covered legs, but I cannot. What happened next was five minutes of stubborn catastrophe! With the first stoke of the razor I nicked my skin a little, but thought I just had to get used to the new razor, so I continued to shave. Soon there were countless nicks…as if my leg was attacked by a sadistic animal with hundreds of very small claws, but I continued to shave convened that this new razor was the answer to all of my shaving prayers.

The end was quite tragic. My legs were nicked so badly I had to wear pants for my date, and the razor remains untouched hanging on the suction cup shower pod that came free with purchase. I look at it every now and then, thinking about that dreadful afternoon…and the weeks I looked forward to holding it in my hand.

I suppose I am not ready for certain advancements in technology.