Collective Cuts — Attraction in Mechanicsburg

To Agan and Tarique at Collective Cuts,

I don’t even know why I’m bothering to write this, except maybe to get it off my chest. I walked into your shop expecting nothing more than a haircut, but when I saw the both of you — Agan and Tarique — I’ll admit, I was floored. You’re not just barbers, you’re ridiculously handsome men, the kind who turn a simple haircut into something that feels like a trap. And like an idiot, I fell straight into it.

I tried. I put myself out there. I flirted. I made it obvious I was interested. And what did I get for it? Rejection. Cold, flat, merciless rejection. From BOTH of you. Do you have any idea how humiliating that felt? To sit in that chair, vulnerable, staring at you in the mirror while you made me look good on the outside, but crushed me completely on the inside.

It wasn’t just a no. It was the way it happened — like I didn’t matter, like I was ridiculous for even trying. And maybe I was, but damn, you could have handled it differently. I walked out of Collective Cuts with a clean fade and the kind of bitterness that sticks to your ribs.

You left me pissed off, embarrassed, and honestly devastated. Do you know how rare it is that I even feel that kind of attraction to someone? And to feel it for two people at the same time, only to get shot down by both — it’s like cosmic cruelty. I came in hopeful, I left humiliated.

So yeah, congratulations. You two might be masters with clippers, but you cut me deeper than any razor ever could. Don’t expect me back in that chair again. Not because the haircut was bad — it wasn’t — but because every time I look in the mirror, I’ll remember how small...

Collective Cuts is unlike any place I’ve ever been, and not in a good way. From the moment I walked in, I felt an immediate sense of dread. The shop itself was untidy, cluttered, and frankly looked like a dump — a place that no professional business should resemble. I had to step over piles of trash to get inside. But what unsettled me far more was the atmosphere. The customers inside did not seem real; they sat robotic, lifeless, almost staged, and it left me feeling as though I had walked into something I was never meant to witness. There was a tension in the air that made every second in the chair feel wrong, like there were forces at play that went far beyond the surface of a normal business. I won’t give specifics, but it’s clear there are very bad things happening inside this shop — not just mistakes, not just neglect, but something far more troubling. Evil things. You can sense it in the silence, in the way the room seems to close in on you, and in the way everyone else behaves as though they’re part of something you don’t understand. Very bad things have happened here, and I fear they may still be happening even now. Consider this a serious warning: do not ignore your instincts, and do not step foot in Collective Cuts. For your safety, for your peace of mind, stay away. Very, very bad things here.

Disclaimer: this experience shook me to my core, and I would never want anyone else to go...

I have been going here basically since I moved to this area about a year ago. Back then I just graduated college and lived in WNY where my sister owns a salon and she has been the one to cut my hair for like ever. Once I moved I was nervous about finding a place but Collective Cuts had really good reviews… It did not disappoint at all!

Tarique is the one I usually have cut my hair and he is the best. He will get you the best cut every time! This past time Tarique was out on vacation and my hair was super long and Agan, was the one who cut my hair and he did just as great of a job cutting my hair and holding conversation with me. Both of these men are quality people with a great skill for cutting mens hair. I would highly...