There’s still work to do, y’all.

I know we are weary of this presidential race already. The Democratic primaries have gone on and on, wearing thin on our patience and attention spans.

Still, this is only the beginning. We need to get busy. We have to fight McCain. We have to reach out to those who were Hillary Clinton supporters who threaten to abstain from the vote or worse, vote Republican. We have to continue to register folks to vote. We have to keep getting out there for Barack Obama. Most importantly, we must be vigilant in stomping out any more divisive talk within the party.

Let’s get busy, family.

“Eyebrow?”

This is the one-word question usually posed to me as I wait to get serviced at the local nail salon. I’ll be sitting there, waiting to get my eyebrows arched/waxed and some employee will come to me, gesturing to the chair in the back saying, “eyebrow?” I nod. I go.

I started getting my eyebrows done back in high school. One of my best friend’s mom owned a beauty salon. Not only did we stay getting our hair did, but we were introduced to eyebrow arching. Diane, the mom, waxed on occasion but usually razored our brows. Back then, we used to wear them really thin. Not off and drawn on type thin, but just thinner than I wear ’em now. We all did it. My grandfather thought I was a certified nutjob. “Leave those eyebrows ALONE!” he’d scold. He told me it looked silly and that men don’t like women with those skinny old eyebrows. My grandpa’s barometer for what men liked was based on what HE liked. I, however, wasn’t about to listen to him. He was old! He was my grandpa! My friends and I knew what was hot. We were getting our eyebrows done.

I introduced my best friend in college to eyebrow arching. When done correctly, it’s really a great way to brighten up your face. When done incorrectly, well you better just hope that your brows grow back quickly.

I remember a horror story from high school. A girl came in one day with NO BROWS AT ALL. Apparently, she pissed off her little brother (who are known to have a short fuse) and he shaved off her eyebrows in her sleep. Clearly she was a hard sleeper. Poor thing. Had she been famous, she could have been featured on a site like Hot Chicks With No Eyebrows. Silly. Go there and find women who are almost universally deemed hot and decide if they’re still all that without any eyebrows.

So, was grandpa right or wrong?