I don't have much control over a lot of things in life, therefore, it makes sense I would want to make Oscar hairstyle predictions for this year's ceremony, right? Right.

Not only does it give me a false sense of power to dictate which celebrities should wear which hairstyles (don't worry, I'm not suggesting any of these), it's pretty much the most fun I've ever had (don't judge, we all get our kicks somehow). And while I was hit and miss with some of my predictions for last year's "Academy Awards," I think I (with the help of Photoshop) really nailed it this year.

I have dated some real winners and some real … well, not winners. Some went to college, some didn't. Some were good to me and some were absolutely not. So what do these men have in common besides me and the city I live in (which, by the way, made this list of the Top 10 Hottest-Guy Cities)? Well, to be honest, they all kind of looked the same. I have a type. A physical type, that is. I rarely ever date beyond the blonde, blue-eyed type.

Our Executive Editor has been away at New York Fashion Week running from show to show in stilettos (OK, so she really wore flat black boots, but stilettos just sound better), tweeting backstage beauty tips, and freezing her now L.A. weather-accustomed fanny off.

Meanwhile I've been salivating over the gorgeous makeup trends, scoffing at the Snooki-inspired hairstyle seen at Peter Som, and discovering who is sneaking into the Mercedes Benz tent. What I discovered during all of this "research" is what I really care most about is the insane, yet brilliant, nail art that’s been making news. Have you seen how absurd, amazing, downright disturbing and outrageously fun it all is?! And can you tell how excited and confused it makes me?

Sure, boyfriends and husbands get to have opinions on things. For example, they can offer suggestions on where to go for dinner, tell us how much they love our new sexy perfume, serve up some tax advice … that's all good.

Operator: 911, what is your emergency?

Me: Hi, I'm going to need backup. I've got a pimple that's broken into my chin. I want to pop it, but I'm scared. It's armed, it's dangerous and it's threatening to ruin my Valentine's Day!

**WARNING** No amount of beauty tips will garner you a promotion if you suck at your job, are lazy and unmotivated, or get caught talking smack about your boss when you by accidently hit "reply all" to the company email chain.

I can be walking past a perfume counter in Macy's, catch the sweet scent of Bulgarian rose and almond wafting through the air and be immediately transported to my sophomore year in college when anything and everything was a possibility and I wore the scent Hanae Mori like it were going out of style. That, my friends, was a good year.

Don't get me wrong, some of these celebrities -- even before they were famous (or when caught without makeup) -- looked way better than I could ever hope to look, even if I had amazing genes and could stop chowing down on cake … mmm cake. Sorry, sidetracked. Like I was saying, before these stars had boatloads of money and fame, they were pretty, but NOT as freakishly perfect as they are now. They were human. And you know, had skin problems, acne, frizzy hair, crooked teeth, flat chests, crooked noses and the like.

Why is this important to point out? Well, because it reminds us not to get down on ourselves for every little imperfection and hopefully is a nice reminder that the reason why many celebs look so good is because of the fact that they're famous and can throw money at every "problem."

The name of the health game is all about prevention nowadays. We've stopped smoking to prevent lung cancer, a host of other ailments and aging skin (see the six other deadly skin sins). We watch what we eat to prevent diabetes and heart disease. Heck, we even get H1N1 shots in the rare chance of us contracting the swine flu.

Since everyone else and their non-British mom is playing make believe trying to imagine what Kate Middleton and Prince William's wedding will be like, we at the Total Beauty office have decided to join in the non-creepy fun. I mean it's totally not weird that I have the event date circled on my calendar as if it's a wedding I will actually be attending and that I have already looked into non-stop flights to Heathrow, right?