They’ll come from wherever they started, only to return there or somewhere not dissimilar. For just under fifteen dollars, they come to rejuvenate themselves. Whether it is a weekly visit or a mandate from a parent fed up with a suburban rebellion, people come to Supercuts in varying degrees of anticipation. What they are anticipating is the transformation that will assuredly be the visit’s result. It is a change that polite society expects of its residents, but what is at work in the process? As they enter, some wear a look of uncertainty, a look that bespeaks a distrust of the shear-holders inside. Others bear a hopeful brightness.
Is it an act holding no more meaning than filling up a tank of gas, or does this process of cutting back growth hold ties to a more significant mortal cycle? It isn’t evident that the Supercuts clientele is thinking about this. A couple of exits with sunshine smiles and giggles of joy were haircuts all they received inside? Possibly, the transformation they have experienced will grant them the opportunity to be intimate as strangers. Perhaps pillow talk will refresh rusty manipulations of joints with zeal, the husband’s short-cropped hair reminiscent of their first meeting.
A man with short hair enters and leaves twenty-five minutes later, and though he looks the same save about an eighteenth of an inch, he looks younger, lighter, and more fun. After he leaves, there is a much younger man who has lost a great deal of hair. Holding a bag of products, he appears to stare off into his future. It is as though he is unable to know himself in life without the hair he had spent so long on procuring.
Perhaps such surface changes don’t equate to the transformation written about by mystics the world over. Still, as each person enters only to leave with a markedly different face on, it seems that the change is occurring. One can only imagine that on the other side of the glass door, these individuals wait, deliberating to some degree on how their appearance contributes to the way people see them. Human beings like to know that they have many options in life. Supercuts present these people with the only real option left open, and that is how they choose to handle the inevitability of change.
Every strip mall in America holds myriad examples of people paying to somehow or another change themselves. Then if the only real consistency in life is that of constant change, salvation is found is in the embrace of this metamorphosis. So whether they walk to the chair accompanied by a funeral march or the resounding exclamation of rebirth, Supercuts offers its patrons an opportunity to prepare for the final and most complete change of all. Then the difference between a good haircut and a bad one is simply a question of faith in those wielding the clippers.