I‘d barely thought about my eyelashes at all. Which is strange, really, considering I feel like in my four decades of existence I’ve thought about most things at least twice, matters of my body and self many many more, and more again at night. No, I’d take these hairs for granted, that they would remain, protect, flap prissily around in their little mascara dressing gowns until, one day last month, I received an email about an eyelash serum.
Eyelash serum. It’s one of those things that only appeared fully formed in the mid-2000s, a mushroom that grew overnight. It



