Posts tagged "tweezing"

Eyebrow Expert Joey Healy Tackles Amelia’s “Caterpillars” & Gives Us Tons Of Tips

 

If the eyes are the windows to the soul, eyebrows are the curtains around those windows. And most of us? We don’t know how to fix those curtains at all. Enter Joey Healy, one of the foremost brow experts in the world. Seriously, this guy cannot shut up about how much he…

Julie Gerstein / March 13, 2013

Finally, Tweezers With Technological Help

Every once in a while, I get my eyebrows professionally threaded. But for the most part, I tweeze. Because I’m lazy, and also anxiety-prone and ripping out eyebrow hairs feels somehow calming. But most tweezers? Totally ineffectual. It’s so hard to see the hairs! But not anymore. Revlon finally put two and two together and…

Julie Gerstein / January 2, 2013

An Open Letter To My Abnormally Long Chin Hair

Dear Abnormally Long Chin Hair,

We’ve been intimately acquainted since I first noticed you my sophomore year of high school. I looked in the mirror one day before school and was horrified to find a thick whisker protruding from my chin. I might have cried.

Growing up, I’d watched my mom…

Winona Dimeo-Ediger / March 14, 2012

Tweezing Never Looked So Fabulous

Tweezing is way too painful to be glamorous or pampering. But if you add a little Betsey Johnson to the experience, you can at least feel fabulous while you pluck. Betsey has teamed up with Tweezerman to create the Betsey Johnson Slant Tweezer Collection. Choose from three options: black with a “Marilyn” face, neon pink…

Annika Harris / August 30, 2010

A Tweezer Virgin Gets An Eyebrow Intervention

OK, I admit, I’m a virgin.

Or rather, I have virgin brows. That’s right, somehow, in all of my twenty-something years, my arches have avoided being plucked, waxed, sugared or zapped. Read more

StyleList Home / July 18, 2010

What—If Anything—Should Moms Teach Their Daughters About Hair Removal?

It was English class, 6th grade, in Miss O’Brien’s class. Two kids sitting across the table from me were looking at me, snickering and pointing, in that way 6th graders do. Paranoid, I asked then what was wrong and they wouldn’t tell me. Finally a girl named Emily took pity on me, leaned over, and…

Jessica Wakeman / December 29, 2009