10.29.01
I admire a well-groomed brow.
A subtle curve, or a rakish dip can make or break an arch.
I love girls with that smooth expanse of skin above their eyelid crease, and the boys that secretly harbor one eyebrow yet quite mysteriously have two.
Billy Zane gets his eyebrows waxed, mannishly, though, because of the propensities of his ethnic group* to sport unattractive bits of fur hither and yon.
I've often thought that Johnathan Taylor Thomas would be much cuter if his eyebrows didn't start at his lashline. He is the unfortunate victim of Sasquatch-eyelid syndrome. Waxing helps.
I even have a few male clients that get their monobrows split asunder with a mighty splotch of sticky wax and the clever intercession of a well-placed strip of linen. And their character is much improved by it, I might add.
However, I have to admit that Carrottop's freaky archvillian-type eyebrows give me the weebies. They are carefully sculpted into these nefarious-looking black slashes that arc across his forehead in a manner than can best be described as creepy and discomfitting.
I hate to admit it, but I find myself missing David Arquette as the annoying 1-800-CALL-ATT spokesperson.
At least he was just weird, weird.
*He's secretly a swarthy, swarthy Greek man. His last name is an ethnically-refined version of something wacky like Zanadopolitos.
