Many say January is the most depressing month of the year but I love it. It's a time for new beginnings, a fresh start, refocusing and looking ahead to the next 12 months. January is also awards season, meaning that red carpets all over the world are, for a brief few weeks, the focus of the world's media.
In the real world we probably know that Jeremy Kyle isn't any more "moral" than us because he allegedly stole from his ex-wife to fund a destructive gambling habit and met his current wife after she "won" a competition on his radio station to marry a complete stranger. But hey, all that was before he was canonised by ITV to referee human bear baiting - so that's all right then.
Look, no woman is obliged to tell the world how she got pregnant, famous or not. Infertility is an intensely difficult, often painful and always personal experience. But to safeguard our own fertility and our self-esteem, we need to start filtering these "miracle" celebrity pregnancies through a reality-check. Which brings us back to Hollywood's donor egg explosion.
Girls, if you listen to misogynistic music it just makes it popular so more will get made. If you play those tunes out loud from your phone on the bus, you are saying you are okay with woman-hating. Are you really? Don't justify it by saying you like the tune whilst wilfully ignoring the lyrics.
Oprah Winfrey once said that the start of a new year offers "another chance for us to get it right". One way that we can "get it right" in the year ahead - whether our goal is to improve our health, reduce our ecological footprint or help end the exploitation of others - is to stop eating animals.
Recently the No More Page 3 team noticed that @rustyrockets had been responding to our supporters, saying he was behind us and expressing how he wanted a T-shirt. Did this surprise me? No. If anything I'm surprised it took him as long as it did!
Why does every conversation about Lena or her work have to be derailed by gleeful squabbling about her nakedness, even now, three seasons later? Can't we just talk about the show without this intense, exhausting scrutiny of Lena's body?
Russell Brand found a willing audience in Cambridge earlier this week as students turned out in their hundreds to hear him muse upon subjects as diverse as One Direction (Harry Styles is "apparently a bit of a character"), recreational drugs (Brand would have them fully legalised and regulated) and, of course, his much fêted revolution.
You've got to feel sorry for celebrities these days. They really miss out on the finer things in life. Things like the majesty of the London Underground, self-service machines at Tesco, and - of course - Tinder. Wouldn't societies most judged love to do a little judging themselves?
I have an uneasy feeling - like the time I decided to back the wrong friend over who stole the other's Sherbet Straws in school - but I vehemently disagree with Jezebel's offer to pay Vogue $10,000 to see Lena Dunham's unretouched photos from its cover shoot.
When it comes to female self-esteem and body image, Vogue is unequivocally part of the problem and not part of the solution. It is the gold standard in an industry that wilfully damages self-esteem to cultivate a dependent market. By being their cover girl, Lena is not just lending them her credibility but also a tacit approval of their methods and behaviour.
2013 was not kind to Gaga. ARTPOP didn't sell, Beyoncé stole her thunder and her management fell into disarray. Is this a temporary blip or the start of a longer term malaise?
This is simply the work of a surly photographer imposing into another celebrity's private life; the photograph was taken on a backstreet while Jennifer was shopping with a friend, she didn't spark up live on stage or television. Celebrity or otherwise, how Jennifer deals with her post-cancer recovery is her business. And hers alone.
We are lucky as women that in this day and age it isn't as hard as it used to be to make a strong stand in business and high posts... With regards to Luisa, some would say that she uses the title of businesswoman to be taken seriously but use still her sexuality to become popular. Is this really the right way to go?
If you're an eighties child then action hero's like Sly Stallone, Arnie and Bruce Willis were who shaped your former big screen years. They epitomized the American dream, Hollywood alpha males and the dream buff body.
Taxpayers ask a great deal of their MPs. We want them to fix their pot holes, resolve their planning disputes and somehow stop people parking where they shouldn't. We also want them to represent our views fairly in Parliament - no matter how divided those views maybe. The one thing we didn't ask for was a whacking great picture of them in case we forget their good deeds or looks.