I am almost 70. If anybody goes near my eyebrows, there will be trouble. It’s silly, kinda. When I was a wee lad I heard the stories of Hercules and him losing strength when his hair was cut. Through the decades I had to conform at times (hair and beard) but I never cut my eyebrows, my perceived strength hidden away in them. They are now very bushy and like to grow everywhere. I love it.