I went in to get my fabulous hair cut this afternoon (hey, I’m enjoying it while it lasts), and when I walked in, I noticed something very unusual. For some reason, when men get their hair cut, they almost inevitably get the Kubrick face. I swear, it was like walking on to the set of A Clockwork Orange.
As my hair was being cut, I did my best to fight it, but when you’re asked to look down, but still want to see what the person’s doing in the mirror, sure enough, you get the Kubrick face. And at that point you’re completely helpless to do anything but give a wry smile, and that just makes it worse. That probably makes as much sense as a clockwork orange¹, but it’s true.
¹ I mean this as the phrase, not the movie. The movie makes perfect sense, or at least it does after the tenth or fiftieth viewing. 2001 I’m still working on, and I may never truly understand, but I’m in a good place with A Clockwork Orange.