Dear Schick: Screw you, you clueless twits.

Dear makers of Schick Quattro for Women, For some reason, you seem to think that the planet’s women are either richer than Scrooge McDuck, or pre-pubescent teenaged girls who don’t care about function over form. For the record, I neither go around sniffing the handles of my razors, nor am I a petite, eight-fingered monkey–which, … Read More