Knowing that the 'Sex and the City' chicks now rack up almost two centuries between them, why do some of us fuss and hiss about a bit of retouching on their forthcoming film poster?

As with most liberal sexual ideas, what makes the world a better place for men invariably makes it a duller and more dangerous place for women.

But just think what a boring, bread-and-milk world this would be without the boastful.

Is the raggle-taggle Brangelina tribe any more bogus than that of the landlocked yummy mummy who believes that she can drop half a dozen brats and still keep a modest carbon footprint? I don't think so.

A woman who looks like a girl and thinks like a man is the best sort, the most enjoyable to be and the most pleasurable to have and to hold.

The Feminist Me says that a woman's right to her own body should be inviolate at all times, free from fear of peeping paps.

A wedding is a funeral which masquerades as a feast. And the greater the pageantry, the deeper the savagery.