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Ed Letter
I took a friend to the mother of all eyebrow groomers, a woman who, with
a few drops of wax, can make you look as if you [macron]ve had a face-lift (the subtle, refreshing kind, not the tiger-in-a-wind-tunnel variety). The groomer went
to work *zip, zip, zip. Then she peered through her magnifying glass and started waxing the rest of my friend [macron]s face, parts previously untouched by
depilatories of any sort. [degrees]Don [macron]t worry, [+ or -] she told my friend, reassuringly. [degrees]You don [macron]t
have a beard. It [macron]s just an extension of your mustache. [+ or -] A beard? A mustache? My friend was horrified. She pictured the day she [macron]d have to
dip her whole face in wax or, failing that, join the circus. No woman wants to hear graphic descriptions of her facial hair. That [macron]s why the anatomically incorrect term [degrees]upper-lip wax [+ or -] was invented. Everyone knows that