Caesar’s favourite head-shaver

It’s 49 BC.

The Roman Republic is in chaos.

And on the banks of the Rubicon River, 250 miles north of Rome...

Julius Caesar is contemplating his fate.

His brilliance on the battlefield has made him popular with his legion...

But created dangerous enemies in the Roman senate.

Even now, a cabal is plotting to strip him of his troops, and send him into exile.

Does he stay put in Gaul?

And let his enemies complete their plan?

Or does he cross the river into the Roman provinces, and march to the Great City at the head of his army?

Doing so would be no joke.

Crossing the water with an army at his back would be an act of treason, and declare himself an enemy of the state.

He wrestles with the dilemma.

Finally, his mind is made up.

He fords the river, marches to Rome, starts a civil war, and changes history, turning Rome from a republic into an empire...

And in the process, coining the phrase "to cross the Rubicon".

I.e to commit to a course of action with irreversible consequences.

The first time you shave your head you also, in your own way, "cross the Rubicon".

You won't spark a civil war...

Or overthrow a government..

But it does overthrow the cowardly part inside every man that cares too much what everyone else thinks.

Ceasar was a balding man, too.

Alas, he couldn't buy our Bald Eagle Headshaver...

But if he could...

I'm sure he'd heartily approve...