I was wondering whether or not I was making a big deal about it. Whether or not the act was actually sexist. And this is one of the biggest challenges we face regarding catcalling - whether it's a wolf whistle or a seemingly well-intentioned remark, if a man's comments about your appearance and sexuality makes you feel uncomfortable, then that is not okay.
Amy Schumer's new film Trainwreck perfectly captures, with equal measures of humour and poignancy, how the modern world of sex and love has become spectacularly screwed up.
Prostitution is technically already legal in the UK. The exchange of sexual services for money is completely legal but engaging in practises such as soliciting in a public place and curb crawling are not.
As someone who identifies as a black feminist, I've always had no doubt in my mind how I'd raise my daughter, should I have her, and much of this is put into practice as I interact with my many younger female relatives. But what about my son? Now that I'm 99% sure that I'm having a black boy, the thought of raising him has got me thinking.
We seldom have to choose outright between a love life and a career these days: it's more a case of little daily compromises. Who takes a day off when a child is sick? Who puts their own work to one side to help their partner through a challenging deadline?
It's been a weird and wonderful experience having my book, Lady Worsley's Whim, now known by the name of the BBC drama, The Scandalous Lady W become television. What's stranger still is that our lust for a tale about the extreme sexual antics of an heiress, a Tory MP and an officer is just as unquenchable now as it was in 1780s.
Considering that Kim is the most followed woman on Instagram and she and her family have monopolised the media so enormously, shouldn't we be glad that of all the people to achieve this, these are the messages young people are receiving from the Kardashians?
Even I was taken aback by Eminem's verse where he says the following little beauty; "Ain't no one safe from, non-believers there ain't none/I even make the bitches I rape cum." Yep. A grown man in 2015 said these words.
Let's not be under illusion here - menstruation is a bodily function. It a fluid - blood - that the body is rejecting because it is not pregnant. It doesn't have magical properties, it won't solve world peace and I wouldn't want it flowing down my legs anymore than I would want any other fluid.
The event was sold out, which is alarming. Extremism makes its impression on vulnerable, impressionable minds. I worry that it might be turning potential moderate young men, somewhat understandably fed up with the histrionics of some feminists into women-hating douchebags.
If my poem can remind event organisers and attendees that we would like to listen to both men and women on stage that would be great. Equality is an ongoing process, and who we choose to feature in the spotlight and in expert panels matters.
With the volume and influence of online tech publications and the fact that the industry is typically well engaged and represented on social media, this strong response to petty sexism is as predictable as the initial sexism was depressingly inevitable.
"But what do they mean?" is the most common question I get from men, which is an entirely weird thing to have to explain on a packed commuter train, and is usually followed by the man is question having the immediate and unexplained desire to show me all of his tattoos (including a faded Bart Simpson from '94).
The Labour Party has an amazing record on championing women's rights, from the Equal Pay Act to the Abortion Act, yet at this election, we failed women. We can paint as many busses pink as we like, but if we elect yet another leader who does not appeal to women who are becoming increasingly alienated, we will lose their support for the foreseeable future.
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