Are we still in the Victorian era, when women had to pretend sex was endured as a wifely duty? It's 2015 and a woman is being ridiculed and slut-shamed for dually taking ownership of her sexuality and refusing to degrade herself by man-pleasing with a show of faux lesbianism. I think we should applaud her.
If there's one thing I'm bored of hearing when I ask to be treated equally to a man, it is 'you take yourself too seriously'... Humour, we're told, is a boys' game. Men are taught that their friendships should be forged in pranks and banter, while women are instructed to take the serious stuff - problems, worries and secrets - to their female friends.
The BBC's head of entertainment Danny Cohen insisted that he will put an end to all-male comedy panel shows, but I'm not entirely convinced its for the right reasons. Will the booking of more female panelists be seen as an honest recognition of the person's ability or simply an attempt to appease a growing movement?
When oh when will men stop "correcting" women on their feminism? It is not demeaning to women, how they choose to represent themselves. It is demeaning though, and extraordinarily patronising in the most perversely ironic of ways, for a man to appropriate feminism to his side of the argument to "correct" female behaviour.
It is clear that all these movements have had a huge impact in raising awareness of these women's groups' agendas, regularly hitting the front pages and attracting high level support. As someone who works with companies to create communications strategies to support their business objectives, I wondered what lessons could be learnt to create more engaging campaigns.
Women have so many things exclusively for their own gender: Women's Hour, a Women's Book Prize; the Top 100 Business Women, the Top 100 Powerful Women, Business Woman of the Year, the list goes on and on. I think it is time for the pink corner to recognise part of being British is our ability to poke fun at ourselves. That our differences make us interesting.
In my time as a journalist, I have done some difficult things. I've flown into an active war zone dressed as Santa Claus, drove around London in a limousine while trying to handle a live turkey, and attempted to coax usable quotes out of a truculent, jet-lagged, visibly bored Chuck D. But now I am going to attempt the most difficult task of all - persuading you that Katie Hopkins is sexy.