Of course negative stories about women - their bodies and behaviour in particular - are the choice fodder of some sections of the British press.
Here in Paris, the most common reaction to the topless photos that I've seen has been a typically French squint. They furrow their brow, raise one side of their mouth as if to show off a newly capped incisor, and exhale noisily. The English-speaking equivalent of the expression would be "duh". The subtext is, what did you expect? The second a famous woman takes off her bikini top anywhere in France, she is going to hear the click of a camera and the patter of tiny fingers emailing the photo to a magazine editor.
Following the events of the recent weeks (Prince Harry's naked pictures in a Vegas hotel and Kate Middleton's topless pictures on holiday) some may be wondering whether it is possible for the royals to have it all. They have the titles, popularity and money, but it appears that they also want to live their lives like everyone else.
One such side-effect of the sickness of sharing and the ease with which the infection can be passed on is the resurrection online of the spirit of a TV show you never thought you'd see in the UK again. Smile, everybody, you're on Candid Camera, whether you like it or not - and you may never even find out.
But, what about the internet, I hear you cry? Kate's topless photos have shot around the world. Doesn't this make an utter nonsense of press regulation, statutory or non-statutory? And isn't it unfair to put newspapers, already in a dodgy financial state, at a commercial disadvantage by not being able to publish content widely available online? There are no easy answers. But, unless you want to dispense with regulation altogether, to give newspapers an automatic right to reproduce anything they fancy from the internet surely cannot be justified.
However, when the issue at stake is not immorally-accessed video footage of illegal drone strikes on civilians, but instead pictures of a famous person's floppy bits, then the philosophical momentum drains somewhat from the freedom of the press argument.
During the lead up to her Diamond Jubilee, our 86 year old monarch's dress sense has been the topic of many a fashion article. She apparently knows what suits her, has a distinctive style and always dresses appropriately.
Public opinions differ on the CW show 'Gossip Girl'. Whether you love it, loathe it, or have never watched it, I find a certain stylish attachment to the show that seems impossible to shake off. 'Who wouldn't want a closet like Blair Waldorf's?'
When she wrote her memoirs of her life as the most powerful courtier at Queen Anne's court, Sarah, Duchess of Marlborough lamented that, "Women signify nothing unless they are the mistress of a prince or a first minister." Sarah may or may not have been Queen Anne's lover.
I know I will risk the wrath of all royalists out there, but currently the mainstream media seen unable to speak the truth when it comes to Kate Middleton. Am I the only person who thinks the Duchess of Cambridge is now dangerously thin?
I can't pinpoint exactly when it happened. But somewhere, somehow, though I can scarcely believe I am saying it, I've become a Royalist.
Fur, leopard print, geometric prints, gothic and silver are the key trends to emerge from Milan Fashion Week's fall/winter 2012-13 collections. This was confirmed by a trip to the White Milan Show, a fair for fashion buyers that takes place concurrently with the big name designer runway shows.
I was pretty pleased to read that Kate Middleton now owns Lupo the Cocker Spaniel puppy. Hurrah! More royal distinction for the humble Spaniel, which has long been overlooked in favour of the decidedly less regal-looking Corgi.
A couple of years ago, no urban fashionista would be seen dead in a jacket with corduroy elbow patches. How things change - practical country clothing, once the preserve of farmers and fisherman, is now fashionable and has spread to the city and suburbs.
Over my years in the industry, I've noticed that the baby-related-headline count spikes at Christmas. Is it a sentimentality thing? Is it a Baby Jesus thing? Who knows. It's creepy, anyhow.
Late 1940s fashion is tailored perfection. The decade saw a revolution in fashion design when Christian Dior introduced the New Look with his first collection in 1947. Gone was the austerity of the war years with its military style suits with huge shoulder pads and in came its replacement: the feminine hourglass figure.