On Sunday my eyebrows just started wigging out on me, and though they’re not quite this extreme yet, my father’s are, so I know what I’m in for if I don’t invest in some tweezers. The thing is, the mad scientist eyebrows look good on him because he has (in the pleasantest possible way) a mad scientist face: pale skin, hollow cheeks, burning dark eyes. I on the other hand have a round rubber-ball face, the kind of face people ask for directions, and the eyebrows just don’t go.