"Stop pulling out your eyebrow hair," his wife said. "In China, that's bad luck. It's bad luck for the man. It's bad luck for his wife and family." He said he wasn't Chinese. He said he didn't live in China. He hated bushy eyebrows. "Hair must be controlled," he said. "Hair is like weeds. It needs to be pulled out or cut back occasionally. Do you want to see hair growing out of my nose? Do you want to see hair growing out of my ears?" She agreed that nose hair and ear hair weren't pretty. But she loved bushy eyebrows. They meant that a man would have a long life. They made a man attractive. She asked him not to pull his eyebrow hair out anymore. He groaned. "Let me think about it," he said. She said, "Don't think about it. Just do it—for us!" He groaned again.