A paedophile may be responsible for his own actions, but the question here is: should a national newspaper be making it easier for him and providing him with the means?
I went to one of Swift's shows last week at the o2 Arena and, frankly, I loved it. So why, then, did I feel like I had to justify to everyone why I went? Whenever I told anyone what I doing that Tuesday night, I felt like I had to qualify it with an "... I said I'd go with my girlfriend" or ironic "lol, woo, I'm so excited" deflection.
Women usually take burlesque classes for one of three reasons: they want to feel cheeky and have fun, they want to improve their body confidence and how they feel about themselves, or they want to become a professional burlesque performer. When asked about their experience of learning and performing burlesque the majority of our students will use the word 'empowering' in their answer.
At the 360 Social media conference last week, David Dinsmore, Editor of the Sun, found himself once again obliged to defend Page 3, a position he seems to find himself in every time he goes out these days. He must be getting very tired of it.
The Cumberbitches. That's what the most devoted fans called themselves. I actually liked it. I thought it was great word play, sharp, instantly recognisable and just a little bit in your face. And as soon as the term was coined, it went viral as quickly as 'credit crunch.'
Apparently we can't have a sensible discussion about anything without it descending into accusations of bigotry, blindness to privilege or just plain old childish nastiness. Unlike many criticisms leveled against feminism, this is probably one those inside the movement can accept.
Danny Cohen, head of BBC Television, has announced that all male panel shows are 'not acceptable' and from now on shows like Mock the Week and QI are going to include at least one female contestant.
Call me crazy, but isn't feminism about the harmony of the female sex, not just its promotion? The human condition is an idiosyncratic one of different sameness; the movement must accept its diverse members' divergence and doubt, while emphasising their mutuality.
I had high hopes of The Mistress Contract being an illuminating and entertaining read - not least because I'd been a mistress myself. For sixteen years I'd had a rollercoaster affair with a married man who encouraged me to transform from a dowdy housewife to a sexy professional Dominatrix with my own dungeon in London.
Beyoncé has never said she's a feminist. Like the "voice of a generation" title hoisted upon Bob Dylan in the Sixties, she has been awarded a poisoned chalice and has then been chastised every time she has failed to live up to any one of its immensely broad definitions.
Having spent most of my formative years getting riled up over the fact that my ovaries reduce my pay packet in comparison to my male peers, it's hard to get turned on watching something which is grounded in the idea that women exist for the sexual gratification of men. However, as much as I'd like to claim that I selflessly stopped watching porn because I'm a committed feminist, that's not strictly true.
As a radical feminist, I believe that women's bodily autonomy is sacrosanct. As an aunt to a beautiful nephew with FASD, I worry. And, I worry because cuts to health, social services, education and legal aid will increase the number of women and children trapped in violent homes.
The Mistress Contract at the Royal Court is such a missed opportunity. The source material, a true story of a couple in the USA who've engaged in a sex services contract for the past 40 years, is fascinating but this stage adaptation is a disappointment.
I'm going to be honest: when it comes to the current wave of feminism, I'm sliding into complete apathy... It seems today's feminism is a lot about celebrity and having a pop at other women, and less about actual action.
To be clear, I do not presume to speak for all feminists, or for all manifestations of feminism; I'm just tired of hearing the same old attacks, and would like to take the chance to preemptively clear up a few things.
While it is clear to many of us that men are from Mars and women are from Venus, the difficulties in communication between the sexes is a subject that has never really been understood. Both men and women, in fact humans in general, often find difficulty in understanding that, sometimes, when someone says no, that they really mean no.