For many (many…) years, I drove a 1991 Honda Accord.

It’s the car I used to get picked up from elementary school in, the car I inherited when I was old enough to drive, and the car that saw me off to Atlanta when I started my career. It gave me little trouble in the 475 years that I owned it.

During this same time, I saw many of my peers graduating to more expensive vehicles that were decidedly sexier than my charcoal sedan.

You probably know where this is going: many of them quickly learned about a pesky little concept called the Total Cost of Ownership (TCO). Premium gas, expensive oil changes, and expensive maintenance.

Bummer. Fast-forward to last month, and an unrelated story:

When the Dollar Shave Club tore through the Twitternets with its brilliant and viral video, I signed up. I sprung for “The Executive” since it’s scientifically proven that women like men who shave with more blades ^tm.

Judge me, I don’t care.

As it turns out, the Executive razor is wonderful…but a terrible fit for how I shave and currently wear my facial hair. So I’d be better off with the cheapest one or sticking with the overpriced (but simple) blades I buy from CVS.