When you see the fanfare and hear the rhetoric, the sound of world leaders knowing they're making history (and rather enjoying it), try not to roll your eyes. Instead try to picture a world where the sort of images we've just seen in West Africa are shocking because they are so rare. Or better yet, a world where there are no images like these at all. Ebola has taught us that our value system needs a shot in the arm. The real villain is not a virus or microbe, it is when good policies, well thought-out, are not funded or followed through.
There have been so many films that have touched and altered my perception over the years that I couldn't begin to single out the few that have been the most impactful, but if we only look at some of the films of the past year and the conversations, debate and change they are driving, we start to see how important and irreplaceable these films and filmmakers are.
The NHS Reinstatement Bill does what it says on the tin. This is the Bill for a truly publicly-provided healthcare service. I hope the shadow secretary of state for health will follow its logic. Our principles for reform should not be shaped by who privatised the NHS but by how it was privatised and where the dangers still lie.
During the last decade, authorities and agencies across the country have found it increasingly hard to find permanent, loving families for children in care in a timely way. The government's plan to speed up adoptions, announced by Michael Gove in 2012, briefly reversed that trend. But it looks as though there has now been a dramatic loss of nerve by many in the social care sector...
For most of this latest series, I was bored, and I know I'm not alone. The acting and directing have been excellent, the writing so far as dialogue and pacing has also been quite good, but the show has felt like it's becoming a bit old hat.
The Hunger Games made it acceptable for boys to embrace a female perspective. In doing so it opened the floodgates to dystopians with female main characters and a broader readership base. As an aspiring YA author, I'm proud this is where the trend is gaining momentum. The new generation is showing us they can look past the gender roles we are trying to force upon them.
As a church we can't teach how bad sin is, to love your neighbour as yourself, to live in Jesus' example; then attach 10 asterisks at the bottom of the page with our 'terms and conditions'. I'm sick of feeling part of a faith that, in part, will charitably give with one hand and damage with the other. Its literal hypocrisy, and its nothing like the religion that I believe in...
The media in general and online editors in particular are not necessarily the bad guys here, far from it, they mostly just stick to their journalistic ethos... A possible solution could be that, after a set number of years, the article would either de-index itself or anonymise the individuals it cites. Some kind of "digital rehabilitation act" if you will, or a self-triggered right to be forgotten.
If Wayne Rooney had been Argentinian or Brazilian, he may well have been the poster boy of a football mad nation. Unfortunately for Wayne, however, he's English and gets lambasted after almost every performance.
The reality of motherhood can be very lonely - something I never contemplated before I had my son. Your time is so limited when you're a parent that one of the first things to go is your social life and this ultimately makes the loneliness that much worse.
Out of contract in the summer and therefore likely to be available on cut-price deals in January, here's a look at six short term options for van Gaal and United - any of which could be valuable assets over the next couple of years.
The first is Rabbit and the second is John Doe. Sod Michelin, with its mincing implore that a place is 'worth a detour'. These restaurants are a worth car crash. I'd pinch Chris Eubank's stupid big truck and drive it through several houses if that was the most direct route to Rabbit or John Doe.
Anyone who has ever bought a National Lottery ticket has helped to combat homelessness, tackle the stigma of mental health illness, inspired filmmakers, kept museums open and parks appealing.
As The Huffington Post has expanded around the world, I have used this space to introduce each of our new international editions. But none of the announcements I've made has had as much significance for me personally as what I have to share today: the launch of The Huffington Post in my native Greece.
This is a political and economic scandal, not to mention a human tragedy. And progressives should be saying so. But the left in the UK has ceded all the Eurosceptic terrain to the xenophobes and the "Little Englanders", to Ukip and the Tory right. We were wrong then. Let's not be wrong now.
While no human rights treaty is more widely ratified than the Convention on the Rights of the Child, and while governments are required to report on their compliance on children's rights once every five years, little is done in practice to end the violation of children's rights. It is time for an International Children's Court.
We live in a contingent world and do not have the luxury of choosing our friends; we share a seat with anyone who offers. And we must never lose our focus on the individual amid the complexity of the global.
Nigel Farage describes himself as a "radical", but how radical can he be with his two new MPs hailing from one of the big three parties? Ukip's newest ex-Tory recruits are canny operators, dragging the party towards the centre as their price for carrying its message into the House of Commons.
You shouldn't be able to get rich because you bought a house for a pittance in 1974 that's now, all of a sudden, worth a fortune. Property in the UK today is a lottery that doesn't sell any tickets to the poorest. That's unfair, and, mansion tax or no mansion tax, it ought to change.
I started my journey to publicise the book in New York. Everyone tells me they love New York, to me it's a gang rape on the senses. I want to confess war crimes after being kept up all night listening to trash trucks clanging. I took the subway late one night after a show, waited two hours for the right train and witnessed bedlam; feral people were howling like wolves...
A car and driver are outside to take us to the convention center, so we head out. We arrive a few minutes early and are led by security through the convention center floor. On the way, I spot the stage where I'll be speaking and the attendees who are already seated and waiting for my appearance to begin...
It's time for a break, an adventure. Time to trek up a mountain and feel tiny and insignificant. Time to lay under the stars and watch the sun set and rise. The everyday beautiful things that we take for granted because we're eyes down, focused on career, money and the next big opportunity. Time to refresh the brain and get some fresh perspective.