I was curious if more of us used safety razors or cartridges. I personally use Viking Revolutions shaving line and a Safety blade. I'm thinking about trying Caswell Massey.

Greetings, young gentleman, Have you ever opened a dating app, swiped through a dozen faces, and felt strangely empty afterward—like you were shopping for connection but ended up with nothing real? You're not alone. In a world where our profiles are polished, our photos are filtered, and our words are carefully crafted, it's easy to feel like we're performing more than living. French philosopher Jean Baudrillard once warned about this very thing. He said that in modern life, the copy often replaces the original—that we start confusing a simulation for the real thing. Online dating is one of the clearest examples of this. We’re promised love, or at least intimacy, but often left with a curated illusion. This essay is a guide for young men who are trying to stay sincere, grounded, and self-aware in a digital world that rewards surface over substance. I think philosophy can prepare a gentleman for discernment into the ways of this world, this postmodern society, and the deceptive lies wrought with false promises of fulfillment. Philosophy has helped me to dispel the darkness of human existence and to gain clarity of that which Is. To this endeavor, let us now consider the traps and snares of online dating – and why you might think twice before trusting it. The First Instance: Liking an Online Dating Profile You found an attractive woman, have you? Jean Baudrillard said we often confuse what's real with polished versions of it—like a filtered photo that becomes more 'real' to us than the person it depicts. Hyperreality is when fake experiences feel more real than real life. Think Instagram stories, dating bios, or curated photos—these aren’t just tools; they replace real connection. That said, she is still attractive and your desire is high so you swipe right or click match (heart) icon. She likes or matches you back, yay! Or, is it? Now, you encounter the long dark night of ambiguity and intermitted texting followed with vague, contrived, and oft passive language. You are scratching you head, saying “But wait...why does this feel off?”

Gentlemen, it’s great to be back and to keep Scott’s spirit alive. For those who don’t know me — and a hello again to those who do — I’m Henry, a History and English teacher. I’m originally from the UK, but I’ve spent the past few years living and working in Australia, Vietnam, and now Shanghai. When it comes to style, I’ve always preferred an alternative twist on classic menswear. Dressing well shouldn’t mean dressing the same. I’m partial to a green or chalk-striped suit, a bold patterned shirt, and my trusty monk strap shoes — a small nod to tradition with a bit of personality thrown in. For balance, I turn to swimming, especially ocean swimming. There’s something about the salt water and open horizon that clears the mind and resets the rhythm. I’ve joined this society because I value what it stands for — good conversation, humour, self-discipline, and a shared appreciation for the finer details of character and style. Looking forward to reconnecting and meeting more of you along the way.