This post my raise your eyebrows....or at least make you think about plucking them.
I have a confession:
I'm addicted to plucking. I pluck everyday. I have 2 pairs of tweezers and 1 pair of tiny grooming scissors. If I see (or worse, feel) a hair that grew in during the day, I often sit and think about going home to pull it out. I try to pull it out without tweezers until I have a red spot in the place the hair has grown. When talking to people up close, I think: "Can they see the enormous hair that's protruding from my face right now?".
You may be thinking, "My GOD! How hairy ARE you anyway?" Well, try being Italian-hair is as much of a part of our culture as are tomatoes and red wine. Plus, I'm really white, and my hair is really dark-not a good combination.
I feel good about not having to bring tweezers with me wherever I go-though I know at least one of you (you know who you are) is just as obsessed, and, in fact, you DO carry them with you in your pocket book. To you I say, "Get counseling"
....and while you're there....I'll hold your purse.
Pluck free or die.