Any woman who calls herself a post-feminist should keep her Wonderbra and burn her brains.

Any woman who calls herself a post-feminist should keep her Wonderbra and burn her brains.

My sisters and I miss our dad dreadfully. But grief, of course, is the price of love.

If the Nobel Prize was awarded by a woman, it would go to the inventor of the dimmer switch.

Believe me, having a teenage daughter is like living with the Taliban.

It's a mystery of parenthood that your son can give mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to a stray, worm-riddled dog, share a piece of re-chewed gum from a kid with bronchitis and pick his nose and eat it on a regular basis, yet won't sit next to his sister because of 'Girl Germs'.

Well if manners maketh man make-up maketh woman.And we don't need a phalanx of behavioural scientists to explain why man judge women by their looks.Because the see bether than thay think.