I’m not sure exactly when it happened but at some point my nose hair began planning

I’m not sure exactly when it happened but at some point my nose hair began planning an escape route with the seemingly ultimate objective of covering my face. So, naturally, I got myself an electric nose trimmer (waxing is just way too scary, sorry). And after losing my latest one in one of my recent apartment moves, it was time to re-up. I left myself a million reminders to grab one during Prime Day, forgot, and the next day realized I didn’t really need a discount on the crazy highly-rated Ear and Nose Hair Trimmer from FlePow. It sells for $13 and is Prime-eligible so you’re getting free two-day shipping and super easy returns despite the low price point. And it’s got everything I could want in a nose trimmer. Battery operated (a single AA that’s not included but what can you expect for $13?) and IPX7 waterproof, you can get to work on your nostril forest while showering. And more than 2,700 reviewers left it a rare 4.7-star average rating. The top comes off for easy cleaning and a cap for travel. Swipe it through the major growth areas of your smeller (the inside middle and the bottom for me) and be done in less than a minute. No one’s forcing you to let your nose hair reach...

The double-cleanse method that many skin care gurus swear by, explained

The combination of joy and disgust comes from knowing how filthy New York City (or most any city) is, and how much (mostly invisible) grime collects on my face. For example, an estimated 5.6 million people, including me, ride the New York City subway each weekday, on average. That’s 5.6 million people touching food, phones, significant others, doorknobs, toilets, computers, and themselves, and then coming into contact with things I might sit on, lean on, or touch — and risk putting in the vicinity of my face. Then there’s all the bus and car exhaust burping aboveground, in addition to who knows what other kinds of air pollution. That’s all on top of the general filthiness of being human: the sweat, the oil produced by our skin, the layers of sunscreen and/or makeup we might wear, and perhaps some residue from an oversize salad, burger, or side of fries that a napkin didn’t fully wipe away. Multiply some of these concerns by at least two if you’re in a romantic relationship with someone, and if you have young children, factor in their inevitable grubbiness as well. To get rid of this swirling dirt patina glomming onto my skin, I’ve learned to take joy in washing my face. And ever...