My Asian first wife kept suggesting to me that she would like to get her eyebrows tattooed. This was 35 years ago before modern techniques in that regard. Each time she brought it up I would adamently beg her not to do it, saying that if she had any scrap of respect or affection for me she would stop considering it.
When she got off the plane after a visit to Taiwan looking like bad Kabuki theatre there was no way I could hide my disappointment.
We divorced as soon as she found what she described as a richer replacement for me; but the proximate cause, I’m sure, was her knowing that I would probably never get over the eyebrow ick factor.
If she had been disfigured in an accident we would still be together. It was the clash with my standards of beauty OVERLAYING the disrespect shown my opinion that created the ick.