Steve Jobs didn't know about this use for FaceTime or he would have made a deal with Tweezerman.

While traveling recently, I felt the dreaded hair on my chin. That one motherfucker that is coarse and drives you crazy.  The one I pluck often.  The one I need a supersonic magnifying mirror to see.  It is hard to admit it out load, but this is the website where we tell it like it is.  So it goes like this;

I am on a plane to NYC.  I feel the dreaded hair.  I can't stop feeling it.  I get the urge to pluck the sucker and actually have a tweezers in my purse.  But I am 30,000 feet up in the air without the magnifying mirror.  A regular mirror won't do the trick.  The mirror in the bathroom doesn't work either and it smells in there.  My only shot is FaceTime on my iPhone.  I activate the camera, turn the lens toward me and viola!  There I am staring right at the perpetrator.  I admit that it isn't an ideal view of my face but I do see the hair and go for it.  People sitting next to me must have thought me insane.  But I'm telling you, IT WORKS.  Thanks, Steve Jobs.   And, hey, come to think of it, maybe that's why they called it FaceTime to begin with?