We wax them, thread them, tattoo them, tint them, pluck them and still they keep coming back for more.
Let us toast our arched canopies, without whose benevolence we would be drenched by the salty sweat of our brow.
Eyebrows, like hemlines bow to the vagaries of fashion.
In the 1920's Greta Garbo's brows were so over-plucked they resembled a conga line of minus signs. In the 1980's Pamela Anderson gave the look the kiss of life, only to drown it in porno chic. By the 1950's brows were as curvy and undulating as women's hips.
Now the Scouse Brow has unfurled like a pantomime dame's bloomers. Be afraid. Be very afraid.
How do you wear yours?