Disposable razors? Electric? Nothing? What's a hairy EnviroMom to do?

In the grand scheme of the CLIMATE CRISIS (bom, bom, bommmmm) ridding one's legs of stubble barely registers a blip. Many bleeps, perhaps, but no blips. But this morning, after running my disposable pink razor up and down and up and down my legs, knowing that in a week I'd be chucking it in the trash, I started to wonder: perhaps there is a better way? Now, many of you may be in the enviable category of the relatively hairless. Maybe you only need to shave once every week or two. Me? I shaved my legs two hours ago, and I already have 5 o'clock shadow. I have high-maintenance legs, which means I shave often and run through the disposables like a toddler in a toy store. Let's run through the options, shall we?

Disposable razors: Made of plastic, cheap, not recyclable (or are they?) and headed straight for your nearest landfill.

Reusable razor with disposable cartridges: This is the 'system.' You buy a razor and change out the blades as needed. But it comes at a price: the razor is around $10 and the disposable cartridges around $15 for 8 or so. The cartridges appear to be encased in heavy plastic, but still generate less waste than a disposable.

Electric razors: I have never tried these but always assumed that an electric razor wouldn't offer a very close shave. They range in price from $15 to $200 and I suspect they don't use much energy to operate.

Waxing: Again, waxing newby here (and frankly, the scene of Steve Carell getting waxed in the 40-Year Old Virgin is exactly how I picture it). But I would imagine that waxing generates a lot of waste, like, er, the wax? They don't reuse it. They have to keep it heated, which generates energy. Plus, it's expensive. But, supposedly you don't have to de-hair your legs as often.

Lasers, electrolysis, etc.: Ow. Ow. Quit it. Ow.

Nothing!: I do wish I could just do nothing and let the hair flow where it may. I cannot. Kudos to those of you who do, but I will continue to wage the battle of follicle until I'm nothing but ashes and dust (because apparently hair continues to grow after you die! so just pop me in the oven, please).

Oh, the ponderous decisions! It weighs heavily on my mind and psyche. (Not really.) What is the right thing to do? Or, just tell me what you do!