Every woman has an "I Got Screwed by Overpriced Cosmetics" tale, and here's ours: While on vacation in Paris last year, by virtue of either our poor math skills and even poorer French, we unwittingly succumbed to a $60 jar of face moisturizer. Later, we rationalized the purchase by telling ourselves that this exorbitantly-priced face grease would take our pores places never before imagined, even provide us with that coveted Julie Delpy/French milkmaid glow that makes Ethan Hawke-types remember our pretentious ass nine years later. For months, we massaged that lotion into our skin, waiting for the magical... More >>>