I thought hell would freeze over before my younger brother added a tube of eye reviver to his beauty regiment. But, alas, mixed in with an issue of GQ and hair pomade and Euphoria cologne is perhaps the world's best kept secret, in a just-for-men formula. And I was the savvy older sister offering wardrobe advice and womanly insight; now it seems as if my once homeless chic sibling has fine tuned his look into one a bit more fashion worthy. I wonder if I'll ever take queues, or a dab of eye cream, at least, from him. Maybe when the fat lady sings.