The Mysterious Razor Blade Slot

Straight Razor

My flat dates back to the ’60s with seemingly the original amenities and utilities, sparing the loo and sink in the bathroom that were replaced maybe twenty years ago, based on their appearance. I was cleaning my antique medicine cabinet the other day and happened to notice the slot midway in its back panel, used to dispose double-edge razor blades.

Wet shaving—now a fading art which requires a steady hand, tender stroke and lots of creamy lather—utilizes the somewhat cutlass-like grooming device known as a straight razor; or the double-edge safety razor, which contains a cutting edge similar to a scimitar, both of which can slice one’s throat very easily.

The blades for the latter razor are micro-thin: .009 inches (0.02 centimeters) thick, meant to be disposed after a few shaves, and conveniently can be discarded through the aforementioned slot; making me wonder where do the extremely dangerous, tiny accoutrements go, once in the back of the cabinet?

Worse yet, what happens to wherever they disappear when it fills up? Does the entire cache of skin-tearing smallswords have to be exposed by breaking out the fixture from the wall?

And lastly, has anyone ever had the unfortunate occasion when no more blades fit through the inscrutable slit?

Double-Edge Razor and Blades


With the advent of disposable razors, double-edgers fell by the wayside and presumably only a small fraction of the present shaving population use them. I prefer the former, convenient but not as green to the environment as the old types are.

Considering my medicine cabinet is most likely going on fifty years old, a virtual treasure trove of rusty, tetanus-laden steel blades must be well hidden, probably within the deep recesses behind the wallboard, in between the two studs which enclose the medicine chest.

I have thought of buying a packet of double-edge blades just to test the slot out, listening for how long it takes before the ultimate metallic clink as the razor-sharp steel lands atop the infectious pile of its long-fallen comrades.

Next time I’m in a Lowes or a Home Depot, the plumbing department will be my first stop to examine if modern-day medicine cabinets still maintain that razor-blade slot.

In researching this topic, I read all certified remodeling contractors are aware of these dastardly, left-over, mini-guillotine-like, saber-edge metal strips, capable of slashing off a finger or two. Most wear heavy-duty gloves to remove the blades; if it were me, I’d be using chain mail. One even mentioned his using a Shop Vac, but had to replace the industrial-rubber hose after each such application.

As a child, this author was thoroughly fascinated by the mysterious razor-blade slot, wondering if the old shaving utensils ended up in China, or magically vanished as as I slid Dad’s spare blades forever down the hatch, giggling when Pop complained bitterly about always running out.

Life is chock-full of exotic mysteries, thank goodness, offering marvelous fodder for a seminal blogger to extrapolate while filling an overdue entry in their hard-hitting journal; thus another mystifying conundrum is out of the way until the next time rolls around.


About Mike Slickster

As an early retiree with an honorary doctorate degree from the proverbial "School of Hard Knocks," this upcoming author with a lot of free time on his hands utilizes his expansive repertoire for humorous yet tragic, wildly creative writing that contains years of imaginative fantasy, pure nonsense, classic slapstick, extreme happiness and searing heartbreak; gathered by a wealth of personal experiences throughout his thrilling—sometimes mundane or unusually horrid—free-spirited, rock-'n'-roller-coaster ride around our beloved Planet Earth. Mike Slickster's illustrious quest continues, living now in Act Three of his present incarnation, quite a bit on the cutting edge of profundity and philosophical merriment as seen through his colorful characters, most notably evident in the amusing Thirty Days Across the Big Pond series, all of which can be found at
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One Response to The Mysterious Razor Blade Slot

  1. Re: Razors

    I’ve tried a few electric razors over the years and didn’t like the shave (not as close or smooth). I have a cordless beard and nose-hair trimmer, with detachable heads to form a shaver as well; but still like the razor better. Disposables are cheap. Thanks for your observations and comments, Shirley Ann. They are most appreciated.

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