Evil Eyebrows
Yes, didn't you know? Eyebrows that meet are the work of the devil. Don't believe me? Well I'll paraphrase the article I was just reading (Őrdögi szemöldök):
"A lot of people think that bushy eyebrows are devilish. More than that, they believe that they bear the magical power of a witch."Do you know, I think that all the time. I just have to look at a person's over-sized eyebrows and know that they are possessed by evil spirits. Where's the holy water when you need it, I think to myself. In a spirit of scientific inquiry the article continues:
'Do you know what eyebrows are for? According to experts, in the course of evolution only this small patch of hair was left on our faces, so that the eyes would be protected from the drops of perspiration from our brows. And because they are still there, we can express many things with them such as wonder, by raising them incomprehension, and of course, by knitting our brow's anger.'I always wondered what those things were for and now I'm going to find it a lot easier to follow what feelings people are expressing. Hey, and who knew that in evolutionary development terms having hairy eyebrows was such a competitive advantage? As it turns out the main focus of the article is an excuse to reuse the same photos they had one a previous piece on the demise (or not) of blondes in the media. Cleverly they have even preserved the old title rather than bother to update it for the new piece. But, strangely, I do have an opinion on this and I didn't have to work to hard to form one. I find it completely unnerving talking to people who have plucked their eyebrows out of existence. Those that extirpate their sweat catchers and decide to replace them with a wonky pencil line are the evil crazy ones. I realise this isn't a rational response, but I have seen too many Hungarians (female, of course) lacking any natural sun shades. Please, the article suggests many alternative treatments for self expression with your eyebrows, but could people just confine themselves to tidying them up, unknitting them when they meet, but generally leaving the essence of it there. Because otherwise you spook me out.
