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Show April 8, 1997 The Dixie Sun Feature Page 11 Accent editor: Chaundra Stewart The Agony of Eyebrow Trimming By BRANDY FOX the dixje sun I am convinced that women are closet-masochis- ts. pluck, we prod, we cape layers of sticky substances on our faces, all to look "as purdy as a picture." And our poor eyebrows! Some women have escaped this allotted fate, like my mother, who has never once plucked her brows. They are already small and shapely, in a sort of aristocratic, way. Best of all, are natural. they Which is something I can no longer claim. As a small lass at a slumber party, my girlfriends and I took it upon ourselves to trim and pluck my eyebrows. Which wouldn't have been so bad, had we known what we were doing. We n" ended up with two ghostly ridges across my brow-bonLooking back, I think this little incident was meant to be; it was I e. sort of my karmic fate, a Taoist thing, the kind of soap-bo- x romance that fills every young girl's life. We all go through it, we all have some albatross that curses our female lives. For some, like my mom and her blonde eyelashes, mascara changed their destinies. For others, it was a set where I would be now. I might have possibly saved hundreds of dollars by not purchasing brow-line- r as a necessity. In fact, I am certain of it. Of course, this is only lofty speculation, but had I not undergone and had in fact saved money eyebrow-chemotherap- in brow-line- r purchases, I might have had my .car nearly paid off by now. Perhaps not. I might be a of Lee Press-O- n nails. But for me, 'it was a pair of tweezers. This y, warmer person, seeing as how I shed so much body fur in my brow holocaust. Maybe that explains my chronic case of earth-shatteri- slumber-part- y change of events plummeted me into the current cosmic cycle that my life now rotates on; I firmly believe that, had I not chased my eyebrows into oblivion, I would have led a very different life. It's sort of like the litthat set tle bug that went to farmer off enough wind put Jack's barnyard into a state of hysteria. One can only speculate as to heat-trappi- ng cold feet. Or I might have created less energy for the world pain-po- t. You see, plucking the eyebrows involves a bit of pain. No ka-cho- o, matter how much you steam your face first, or apply petroleum jelly to soften the pores, it still has this nagging little burst of "ouchness" "A BAY IN college to it. Those who do pluck understand this sort of pain. That first eyebrow encounter opened the path for eternal trimming and obsessive plucking for me. Plucking the brows becomes a sort of morphine; pluckers become addicted to the control, the utter power we have to exert over our faces. And we eventually become deadened to the pain. That nagging little burst of agony becomes our friend, and instead of screaming out "Ouch!", we writhe, and laugh wickedly, tears streaming down our faces from the pain we have just inflicted upon ourselves. It's my dharma. It's a hip kind of cosmic pipeline, destiny sort of thing. I'm nearly twenty, and my eyebrows are just barely growing in after my first encounter with the tweezing kind at the tender age of twelve. I will probably pluck until the day I die. And my mom will always be addicted to mascara. It's a female thing. Hii UFE OF A stcmjp REQUESTS. COMMENTS SEND TO JOEOOTSDE0SUN.FAM.DXE.EDO ANY IDEA'S, OR DROP ON PY THE THE NEWSROOM 1 figorr 1 read aj fbc vptemliK revs' ryd retJi do ill report my teacherthe Studying hop iphod. Iphoud t4yhav 60 hew s Paf School work see my OMsfony class Lht reot ires me ho do 3 As VME nmegenl wehwok, my oh my tJeumj gphyvkiom cl3SS Complete map ,i(11 ,( yvsrtcr. of-fh- t; closest-- e 5 echoes tyjhf qecg not v 3rd Gee, hhef- loyfi 3orryHclas$p-Ofj- required ove e&gMrtmd'- IS Gee.-tho- -- eid-r- - polities map o all placets, avJ my ufJdt noshes' ClBff 6 life pti replies of Wide tfciAtf-Rvf- hr 2 ) tough. class tty goctolojf ho p of me uspfsSnell toom ifj g d me- - |