We had the honor of attending "Variety"'s Power of Women lunch last week, which is sponsored in part by L'Oreal Paris and honors celebs for outstanding charitable work. And we must admit that we were quite impressed with the shindig. Why? For starters, the celebrity guest list was impressive -- Kerry Washington, Jennifer Garner, Katie Holmes, Diane Lane, Eva Mendes, Anne Hathaway … the list goes on. But beyond that, the thoughtful work many of these celebrities are doing to help families, women and children in American and around the world, is touching and inspiring to learn about (yes, tears were shed). And they aren't just putting their pretty makeup-laden faces to the causes. You can tell they actually care about their work and want to do all they can to get others involved.

Remember that girl in high school? You know, the one with perfect skin that made you cringe every morning at homeroom because unlike her, you spent the better half of the morning squeezing pimples and cursing your life? (Speaking of, learn how to finally pop a pimple the right way.) And now that your life is a little less "the world is ending/no one understands me" dramatic, you likely still have that one girlfriend whose skin you marvel at over brunch -- the one with flawless, dewy skin who you beg for skin care secrets from every time you get together.

It's safe to assume that if you're browsing this site, you've thought about your desert-island beauty products. You know, the ones that you just can't imagine living without. What are yours? For me, it would have to be the following from each category:

When you live with someone, you are bound to eventually find out all their dirty little "this is what I'm really like" secrets. When it's time to take the plunge and move in with your boyfriend/husband/lover, you get to find out that he finds you most attractive in a baseball hat and sweats (see other beauty tips that will make him melt), that he never closes his sock drawer all the way (NEVER), allowing you to bang your shin every time you walk by. Every. Single. Time. And that he secretly plucks between his eyebrows on Sunday nights in front of your magnifying mirror. Of course he learns fun facts about you too like, you don't wake up looking like a Victoria's Secret model and that you like to eat ice cream one sneaky spoonful at a time as you pass by the freezer.

Recently, I was shopping for some home stuff and beauty products with my mom at Bed, Bath & Beyond when I came across my first encounter with the Booty Pop -- padded panties to enhance your tush (that sure puts a new spin on the "beyond" part of the store's name …). At first, I thought it was laughable, but then I thought, heck, I wear a padded bra sometimes to add oomph to my flat chest, so why can't someone with a flat butt wear padded undies to help fill out their Levi's?

Actually, women's breasts everywhere will benefit from the purchase of all the pink beauty products hitting the scene starting Friday in honor of Breast Cancer Awareness Month. The number of hair care, makeup and skin care products that donate proceeds to breast cancer research and various other foundations is vast and is a great reminder to practice good breast health. Take this quiz to discover your ideal breast cancer early detection plan and check out these tips from the American Cancer Society to help you stay on top of your breast health:

I'm kind of obsessed with hair color and I really think it makes or breaks your look. My natural color is a dirty blonde, which is a perfect place to spring from and land into different color palettes -- and I have. Since I was thirteen, I have taken the liberty of experimenting with every hue from platinum to auburn to dark brown to black to blue … and back again. I've definitely had some not-so-pretty dye jobs, but as of late, I've settled on and love my natural-looking light blonde highlights, and I think the only other color I'll ever try again is a warm brown.

I'm moving. No, really. This beauty gal is packing up and calling it quits on the metropolitan dream. Why am I moving to a desolate small town in the middle of the country, y'all? Because the word on the big city street is that bright lights cause big wrinkles.

We all hear pollution is bad for us and are often reminded of that every time we sit in bumper-to-bumper traffic suffocating on exhaust fumes. But news you so often hear never "hits home" until you see direct evidence -- cold hard facts staring you in the face. Well, big city gals, I see the facts staring at me in the mirror every morning, and chances are, you do too.

If you've been keeping up with our latest stories, you probably heard that we recently survived yet another New York Fashion Week (sometimes it feels like we're getting too old for this fashion and beauty marathon …). We reported on 16 hair and makeup shortcuts we got from the pros backstage, and we even pointed our cameras at real women like makeup artists, photographers, PR gals, etc. to capture the trendy hair, makeup and nail trends they were sporting.

I have a rather shameful admission to make. It is a confession that would likely shock my beauty-obsessed coworkers and bring shame upon my household … perhaps that last bit's a tad dramatic, but I just want to really impart upon you how disreputable I believe this admittance to be. Here it is:

My skin care regimen consists of: washing my face. Once a day. That’s it.