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Why, as one ages, do eyebrow hairs start growing wild?
I'm wondering if this has to do with accumulated genetic error or something else.
The hairs are not greying, they're just growing in at odd angles and lengths.
I'm a male.
4 Answers
- NUNYA BLv 41 decade agoFavorite Answer
It's because as people age their hair becomes courser and gray. Gray hair really causes this to happen. It's all part of aging.
Source(s): Going through it myself,though I'm not that old..lol And my hair cutter told me too. - rosieCLv 71 decade ago
Among the symptoms of Menopause are hot flashes or power surges.; Night sweats, hair loss and hair growth, skin changes and incontinence.
Hair loss/Hair growth: Now gray hair isn't the only issue to be concerned about, the hair can begin to thin OR there is hair loss, on your head! Male pattern baldness (sexist, I know), the color starts to fade. The curtains no longer match the rug. Sometimes. Many women lose hair and gray "down there" as well. Have you had a woman "friend" mention this. Pffft. Then, yes it gets worse.
Hair growth. Oh sure, make jokes about the poor guy whose eyebrows, nose hair and ear hair have grown out like kudzu. But be careful. Karma may bite you in the butt. Some men look great with a mustache.
Women...not so much. I now have one. On one side. Sparse. But it's there. Bleach products have the effect of battery acid on my face, but feel free to try that. Plucking works, but it is hard to see in the mirror when you're crying.
Electrolysis or laser is an option if you have a college fund for your child you want to dip into. I use a razor.
Then...you have the WILD HAIRS.esp eyebrow hairs. We're talking about hair that could be harvested and used in the brushes used to clean barbeques. I have five on my chin; and neck. Black as the ace of spades on my fair, aging skin. And nobody tells you about the gray, yes gray, and black hairs that appear around your nipples. Woo hoo! I didn't groom this much when I was twenty. Tweezers are my friend, they are not a tool, an instrument or some kind of handy plucking device. They are literally, my friend
I’ve been thinking a lot about eyebrows lately.
Yeah, I know. Too much time on my hand.
I guess girls think about eyebrows a lot more than I ever have. They’re always messing with ‘em, it seems. Plucking ‘em, smearing cream on, laser removal.
But eyebrows don’t usually don’t make it high up on a guy’s list of concerns. Nose hair? Yes. Back Hair? Oh yeah. But eyebrows? So long as we don’t have a unibrow, they are rather easily forgotten.
My only real run-in with eyebrows over the first 44 years of my life concerned a few wild hairs that grow in mine. And boy do I mean wild.
One of these hairs in my right eyebrow is crazy long. About every couple of months from the age of 15 to 44, I’d notice it was on a personal journey again, snaking its disgusting way up my forehead or trying to say hello to an eyelash. I’d grab the durn thing between thumb and forefinger and yank it out, causing tears to burst forth from my eyes everytime. That sucker was so strong that it might take me four or five tries to have a successful extraction
Don’t yank your eyebrows out like that,” Mom would say. “It causes brain damage.”
My left eyebrow wasn’t home to “the King,” but it did have several copycats that also tried to express themselves every few months. My right eyebrow had one of these pretenders too.
God, how I hated those four or five WILD HAIRS. I couldn’t get rid of them. Like that obnoxious rattle coming from beneath one’s car, they followed me everywhere. And plucking them only seemed to make them worse, stronger, thicker. I eventually had no choice but to switch to trimming, knowing I’d been defeated.
At the age of 45, the hairs on my body began weakening. The thinnest hairs, like those on my fingers and toes, were the first to say adios. Next it was the hair on my arms and legs. Then, my underarm hairs hit the road. Eventually, those thick curls on my head couldn’t take it anymore. They turned a dead grayish color then fell to the floor.
Now, only the strongest hairs have survived. My beard. Some of the tougher strands on my head and chest. Those troubling ear hairs, which seem to have an odd sense of humor.
And, yes, those four or five “wild hairs” in my eyebrows are still with me, showing no sign of weakening. They’ve joined a few never-say-die survivors to form two jagged brows that look more like a row of rooftops than eye decor.
The good thing is that those suckers are still so long I can do a comb-over and shape them into whatever form of eyebrow I desire
Source(s): professional nurse