I'm not saying we need to dismantle drag culture and reprimand queens guilty of saying hunty and fishy as vile misogynists of the patriarchal agenda (god forbid), but I definitely am saying that if you're going to impersonate women, then it's only right to respect women too.
If I see one more creme egg brownie picture in my facebook feed I'll scream. It's time to break out, try something new. I know they're good, I know. But a change is as good as a rest. And these babies are a little less guilt inducing. They've got oats in them for goodness sake. Slow release carbs combined with an Eastery sugar fix.
What I've realised is that sex scenes are a tricksy little problem for writers of romantic fiction. Do you go for the Full Monty and have page after page of sex in all its most graphic detail? Or should it instead be just a brief lift of the veil? And then what sort of sex are you going to go for?
I am one minute and twenty seven seconds into the track Death by Babymetal and my brain is having trouble making sense of, well, everything on my laptop screen. I think I see three small Japanese teenage girls dancing and singing along to one of the most brutally heavy death metal riffs I have ever heard
We sing to, dance with and buy music because it matters to us. It matters usually because of how it makes us feel, but also who it connects us with, what tribes it creates. That interconnection both within us and between us is irresistible, I suspect increasingly, because just as more of life is becoming virtual, music can't not remain real.
For years I've been fascinated by the extraordinary amount of artwork that exists, hidden from public view, residing in storage. Across the country, warehouses - like Aladdin's caves - would make rich pickings for any exhibition.
To get this far, they have faced the blind audition and had to go one to one in the battle round. Tonight, it's one song, one chance. Welcome to the knockouts.
It's not unrealistic to say that I can probably track the last ten years of my life in terms of what social network I was most active on; there were 'the Bebo years', then getting a Facebook account and later a Facebook page, to setting up our YouTube channel, and many an evening when I should've been studying for exams instead spent singing to strangers on BlogTV...
The question is, where has he gone? These words don't come easy, but Martin Scorsese, at this current juncture in cinematic history, has disappeared. Once a maestro film-maker who advocated anarchy of the soul - see De Niro's Johnny Boy in Mean Streets or Joe Pesci in GoodFellas - Scorsese delighted in holding up a mirror to America's underbelly, and he did so with that most subversive of narrative tools: humour.
Eleanor Moreton's oil paintings, full of vivid colours that combine both the narrative and the abstract, have used history, mythology and psychoanalysis as reference points for her artistic themes. In her current exhibition, Tales of Love and Darkness, she uses traditional types of imagery - portraits and landscapes - as a vehicle for exploring them.
The knockouts flew by this weekend and my brain was slightly a frazzle as 28 acts vied for a place in the final 12. In a format change, this year each teams seven acts were all up against each other. No fast passes or as previously groups of three, it was literally "every man for themselves".
Its a stereotype, as up coming artist all you see is the others that came up before you. So many people make you believe your supposed to be the next Chris Brown or the next Trey Songs. Its a stereotype where a lot of people are just scared to be themselves.
Last night the knockout rounds kicked off with Team Kylie and Team Sir Tom picking their teams. Tonight it's over to Team Will and Team Ricky.
Accolades and controversy followed 'Blue is the Warmest Colour' after it's 2013 Cannes Palme d'Or win and I felt the need to view it again. It is raw, powerful, mesmerising and memorable and that's not for the astonishingly frank lesbian sex scenes which elicited controversy. It's for Lea Seydoux and Adele Exarchopoulos's compelling performances.
My mission was to raise awareness of the extraordinary story of the street kids of Accra, how they are surviving and I am determined some of them will become the future stars of tomorrow. Inspired by a video my dad showed me of a visit to the Universal Wonderful Street Academy last year, their talent was out of this world as they put on a showcase for him.
It's been an exciting week of welcoming old faces and introducing new on Food Tube. We've been back-flipping around the kitchen with a parkour legend, getting to grips with a seriously big cheese, hanging out with the lady who introduced the gastro-pub to NYC and preparing to celebrate St Patrick's Day...
When you see Liam Neeson holding a gun and looking grumpy on a poster or DVD cover, it's easy to dismiss the advertised film as a Taken knock-off not worthy of your precious time and money. Neeson might seem to many like a brilliant actor who has been sadly burdened and pigeon-holed by Hollywood's desire to sell a very specific skill-set.
Ryan Leslie, one of a few musicians in the industry you can truly call a one-man band (he produces, plays keys, arranges vocals, raps and directs his videos!)