Here we find a Guy lost. Stuck in mustache Purgatory. Preparation for a clean shave but reminiscent of what it was; longing for what it represented: pure manliness. For our female viewers, and those guys yet to experience puberty, the act of shaving full-fledged facial hair, be it beard, 'stache, or 'burns, is a disheartening experience reflected in this Guy's drawn, vacant look. Facial hair changes more than a man's face, and its removal is a terrible shock. Its growth is comforting as a blanket of fur envelopes exposed skin and gradually influences the nature of the Guy. With a dominant mustache (see previous posts) this Guy could believe himself a pirate, Frenchman, or even a famous pornstar. Without, he has nothing but his true face to intercede with the world. Such a sudden tearing off of the mask is far worse than any pain caused by that of a band-aid. The first day is terrifying.
The second day is like hair never grew on your face before. This true Guy knows to fear not the world and face it with your face. It is not terribly frightening. It's also much easier to get a job clean shaven, as I believe he did a few weeks after sporting his dapper look. (I am certain, however, he began growing a new 'stache as soon as he shook his new boss' hand. It looks good on him, why should he not?)
Shaving is about that first hurdle all guys face, in anything you might do. Notice how this Guy had second thoughts about shaving the mustache, with that bare leg and shower curtain, I can only assume he is sitting on the toilet (the origin of most his self portraits). He had time to back out, he could have lived a few weeks avoiding elementary schools and public parks, but no, he persevered.
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