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Copyright 2004 by N. Julius
Strung Out
Among my many impressive attributes is a pair of eyebrows that would spark envy in even the most self-assured Easter Island monolith. Black, heavy and untamed, they sit on my forehead like two stationary tornadoes. Truth be told, I rather like them that way.

Well, there's no “like” in “girlish.” If there were, I'd be out of material by now. When Brenna first heard of this project, she snapped her immaculate fingers and said, “ I know exactly what you should try: Threading.” And when Brenna, the high-priestess of all things girlish, instructs me I tremble and obey.

Threading has a pedigree almost as impressive as sugaring. Once man had mastered the art of spinning plant fibers into thread, he began to think of ways to torture himself with it. Anyone who has ever tried to hand-stitch a hem will tell you that thread twists up easily and, once twisted, is very difficult to untangle. Our ingenious ancestors realized that this annoying twisting property could be used to entangle facial hairs and whip them out.

Today threading is still used on both men and women across North Africa, the Middle East and South Asia. In Chicago, threading requires a trip to Devon Avenue on the north side of the city. You won't need an appointment, but if you want to get the most out of the experience you should drag Lolita with you and go out for Indian food when you're done.
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