On dyeing my eyebrows and traumatizing my loved ones

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My general attitude toward beauty can be summed up as: “If you’re not fucking around with something, what the fuck are you doing?” This can mean getting an ambitious and unflattering haircut, dyeing your hair blue or pink or grass green, or, as I did recently, tinting your eyebrows another color. It seemed like a pretty innocuous thing at first, going from pale blonde to light brown, but people who knew me well totally freaked out at the change — some were all about it, but a lot reacted as though I’d changed something fundamental about myself. For a little St. Patty’s day chaos: my thoughts on all the weird psychologies of the matter.


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