Some mornings when I stare at myself in the mirror, I feel that I look like this:
Mona Lisa. Or Lisa del Giocondo. . . whichever name you prefer.
Browless with a fake smile.
My first experience with brow-plucking was in junior high. A friend of my mom’s had pointed out how unsightly and bushy they were (which is a common occurrence among Korean parents – pointing out physical flaws or “bad” behavior) and convinced my mom to let her “shape” them.
You might have thought that my brows looked like this:
After years of over-plucking, now they look like this:
For the time being (as in these last three minutes), I’ve considered going browless. Back in Da Vinci’s day, it was “common for genteel women to pluck [eyebrows and eyelashes] out, since they were considered to be unsightly” (thank you Wikipedia). Though, I’d hardly consider myself a “genteel” woman.
And then of course, there’s Whoopi Goldberg. Sexy as hell.