Brow Beaten
I have lost my eyebrow tweezers.
As most girls will agree, I’m sure, the selection of a pair of eyebrow tweezers can be a troublesome business. I had gone through a number of pairs of eyebrow tweezers that failed to tweeze to my satisfaction, including one promising pair that inexplicably stopped tweezing completely; then I found this pair. They’re made by Wilkinson’s Sword, by the way, if anyone is interested, and they were fabulous.
But anyway, I have lost them, and my eyebrows are threatening to take over the world. This is distressing for me, as my eyebrows, or eyebrow, more accurately, has always been rather effusive and enthusiastically rides roughshod over parts of my face in which it is not welcome.
I succumbed to madness last week, and tried to shave it. Have you ever tried to shave the bridge of your nose? It’s a terrifying experience. Also, it didn’t work, and now it is back, furring the area between my eyes and threatening to set up camp on the upper reaches of my cheeks. This is a problem.
Anyway, as I was attempting to find a picture of Chewbacca to which I could link to illustrate the rampant state of my facial hair, I discovered that Wikipedia have a whole section on the Chewbacca Defence.
I love it. It’s so pointless. But its also hilarious, and it’s taking my mind off the fact that tonight, my boyfriend will be confronted by the brutal realization that I am in fact directly descended from Brian Blessed.