Learning How To Be A Woman: A Story About My Eyebrows.

I am not a very good girl. I know a lot of females like to paint this picture of themselves as a 'one of the guys' but not only am I friends with very few lassies, I really don't think I know how to be, what one might consider as, 'a real girl'.
The girls who say the above phrase as a self-description, still do 'girl things' that I just don't think to do and, to be perfectly honest, don't have the first clue about. For example, one of my good friends (Oli) is a bit of a lad-girl, and yet she still spends a lot of time on facials and hair masks and baths and candles and clothes. Although I like some of these things, I never have the time or the thought to actually do them routinely. I've never had a facial or a face mask and I've only recently started to enjoy baths and that's only when my boyfriend is there to talk to me, otherwise I just get bored. I don't do 'girl nights' or 'bottles of wine and chocolate'. It all makes me feel really uncomfortable. Occasionally, I'll suggest something along those lines to the few girl friends I have, and it feels similar to that of trying on an outfit that looks nice but it just isn't my style. Strange.

The reason this is on my mind is because one thing I've never done, is pay the slightest bit of attention to my eyebrows. For years, girls have talked about plucking and waxing and styling their eyebrows and I've sat there going 'Oh that's nice' in the same way I do when Kieran starts going on about Halo - something else I've never tried.
A few months ago, my mum suggested I went to get mine waxed and I was a bit stunned. What was wrong with them? They're the same brows I've always had, they look normal and I'm quite fond of them! But gradually, it started to occur to me that I should take a closer look. I found myself looking at other girls eyebrows, in person or on the telly, and wondering 'Should I be thinking about this more? Is this something I should be doing?'.
Eventually, I caved and got my mum to book the appointment at the same place she gets hers done. On my way down, I started to feel really anxious about what I should ask for. I didn't know if they had names or if you were meant to know exactly how you wanted yours to look - perhaps I should have done some research!
As it turned out, it was a very quick procedure. It felt like four or five fresh plasters being ripped off my forehead and then I was free to go - feeling slightly robbed but elated none the less. I'd taken a strange step into womanhood.

Truthfully, I feel like an alien about these things. Something extra-terrestrial not necessarily attempting to fit in but having a bash at what I see other people are doing, and then returning to my own world with the experience. Bizarre.