But... but... where is my F-15?

Amazing news. Today, I witnessed with my own eyes something that previously existed only in the mad dreams of crazed prophets. That's right--today I saw a television advertisement for a men's razor blade that did not contain any of the following:

• a speeding jet fighter aircraft, practically radiating testosterone from its metallic skin, shrieking around the skies at full afterburner before being transformed (along with all of its manly power) into a men's razor blade.
• a grinning blond, clad only in a bath towel, who emerges from the shadows of the bathroom only to drape herself over an impossibly-muscled male who has just finished shaving.
• a subtle combination of the above two elements.

I'm feeling lost and confused. Since I previously based my razor-blade purchases entirely on the implied promise that either an F-15 or a grinning blond would instantaneously appear in my life upon my employment of said razor, I guess I'll have to go back to the drawing board and try desperately to find some other way of finding out which brand of razor is manly enough to merit my purchase. I'll let you know how that turns out. (Or maybe not.)