Before anyone accuses this virile, super-testosteroned he-man of any behavior even suggesting effeminacy, let me confess aforehand my yearning desire to see Bridesmaids, a chick-flick (not my term) from conception to marketing, and certainly not intended for guys like me who grow a new beard every three minutes. The reason for this sudden shift in perspective? Two words: Kristen Wiig, the sole reason to turn on Saturday Night Live anymore and the only comedic actress who could rightly be called a female Jim Carrey.

It's a ritual that has played out in bathrooms since the dawn of time. A little girl sits on a velvet, cushioned bench or on the edge of the tub while her mother hands down beauty advice.

Kate Hudson tells me that it was that way in her house when she was growing up with mama Goldie Hawn.

"We'd experiment with lipsticks and moisturizers and it was delicious fun," Hudson recalls.

Her mother's advice wasn't just lotion and potion related.