I kinda just wanted to take a shower so i can cry, but someones in there.
I never really gave much thought to my eyelashes. They’re just long enough, thick enough, and dark enough to be low on the list of body parts that I worry about (high on that list are my wobbly math teacher arms and my nose—Roman if you’re being generous, angular if you’re not).
Then I met Jordana Rothman—and Jordana Rothman’s eyelashes—which, really, could have their own Twitter following. They’re exceptional. So exceptional that I found myself reaching out to touch them, completely oblivious to my social gaffe. “Are they real?” I had to know.