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

Make no mistake, most women are well aware that they've never had it so good; when they enter a spa or salon, it is purely a hair/nails thing, a prelude to an evening of guilt-free fun.

Nicole Kidman in particular seems to bring out the butt-kisser in the sassiest of hackettes, as they ceaselessly strive to portray her as some sort of cross between Mother Teresa and Marilyn Monroe.

The freedom that women were supposed to have found in the Sixties largely boiled down to easy contraception and abortion; things to make life easier for men, in fact.

Punk was over in two years. That was the only damn good thing about it.

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.

I've never been nostalgic, personally or politically - if the past was so great, how come it's history?