Show me a frigid women and, nine times out of ten, I'll show you a little man.

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?

Gluttony and idleness are two of life's great joys, but they are not honourable.

What I find most upsetting about this new all-consuming beauty culture is that the obsession with good looks, and how you can supposedly attain them, is almost entirely female-driven.

A good part - and definitely the most fun part - of being a feminist is about frightening men.

It has been said that a pretty face is a passport. But it's not, it's a visa, and it runs out fast.