We hate to interrupt your easy and (hopefully) breezy summer day with a Debbie Downer moment, but you know that lipstick that you've been wearing since '99 (find your best lip color here)? Well, it just might have beetle juice in it. Yup, you heard us right -- we didn't stutter (and haven't downed one too many glasses of Pinot Grigio either). And the products you slather on your face, body and hair daily may also contain freaky ingredients like placenta, breast milk and even infant foreskin. It's true.

Me: "My boyfriend just broke up with me"

My stylist: "Don't worry, I've got scissors, and they fix everything"

Me: "Alright, give me the Meg Ryan"

The 2010 Teen Choice Awards were on last night, but they didn't make it on to my must-TiVo queue. I really don't get too jazzed up about tween pop stars and 20-something vampires -- to be honest they make me feel a bit cougar-ish. I'm more often inspired by these gorgeous celebs over 40. But the main reason I didn't watch is that I can't stand Katy Perry (who hosted the show). It still bugs me that she became famous for ripping off and creating a really bad, Girls-Gone-Wild version of Jill Sobule's hit from the '90s.

Anyhoo, I couldn't help but check out photo recaps of the star-infested event to see who rocked winning and losing hair and makeup looks. But instead of getting all Perez Hilton on you (like we kinda did in this best and worst celeb plastic surgery round up), I'll step down from my why-I-loathe-Katy-Perry soapbox and just highlight the best beauty looks, OK?

Nicky Kinnaird has one of the coolest jobs ever: try out beauty products, and choose the best. Her Space NK stores and counters then bring the best of the best to you and me -- from cult classics like Eve Lom Cleanser to Zelens Intensive Triple Action Eye Cream ("the best eye cream I've ever come across -- ever"). See top-rated eye creams from our readers.

We caught up with Nicky at the opening of Space NK at Bloomingdale's in Santa Monica, Calif., and got a rundown of her five product crushes of the moment.

Whether you lament about breakouts and acne scars, curse crows feet and marionette lines, or worry about sunburns and melanoma (take this quiz to see if that suspect mole might be cancer ), we're here to quell your skin fears. How? We're bringing Dr. Ronald Moy to you (well, not literally, but …) -- a renowned dermatologist and cosmetic surgeon with a practice in Beverly Hills, Calif. According to Moy, these are the questions you should ask your derm and we couldn't help but ask him for answers (in case you don't have one or can't afford one):

Haven’t you always wanted to travel to Italy, India and Bali to find peace and finally let go of your middle-aged womanly weary? Gelato fueled path to self-discovery, anyone? Good news. Thanks to HSN and 72 hours of "Eat, Pray, Love" inspired programming, you can find enlightenment through beauty products and without ever leaving your couch. Namaste.

I heard a genie joke yesterday (that was way too un-PC to re-tell here), but it shifted me into this parallel universe headspace about the quintessential three-wish proposition. I thought, hmmm … if a genie granted me three beauty wishes, what would they be? What would yours be? OK, I'll go first:

Your ass called. It wants you to stop and reconsider the next time you feel like wrapping that neon turtle-printed sarong you bought at the drugstore around your bikini clad bod. It was a failed purchase (unlike these best drugstore shampoos). Because you see, your ass knows it hasn't been perfect, but that doesn't mean you should punish it by wrapping it in rayon.

Whether you think tattoos are marks of beauty or big, permanent mistakes, between 14 and 25 percent of American adults have at least one tattoo, and many tatted celebs like Megan Fox and Angelina Jolie (try one of these celeb looks for women on the go) have been touted the most beautiful women in the world. So where do all these inked people live? Check out the U.S. cities with the most tattoos. Did your town make the list?

Not to get too personal on the good ol' interweb, but an ex-boyfriend, who shall remain anonymous, used to dab on concealer (like one of these besties) when he got a pimple. Don't get me wrong, he never perused the drugstore aisle for Covergirl, but I would find him frantically rummaging through my makeup bag whenever a whopper would suddenly appear on his chin.

I never thought much about this (guys shouldn't have to "man up" and suffer through the embarrassment of pimples), until last weekend when I went to see a friend's rock band play. My guy friend, who is normally a bit straight-laced despite his guitar-slinging ways, was channeling his inner Pete Wentz (see exhibit A/B/C below) and rocking black smoky eyeliner (find your best smoky eye look here). And I thought, "hmm, that kinda looks good."