On Tuesday evening at Bafta in London, nearly 300 women - and a 'few good men' - gathered to discuss how we redefine success in the 21st Century. Hosted by myself and Arianna Huffington, HuffPost UK's inaugural women's conference addressed an issue facing both women and men across the globe: how do we strive for success in a world where money and power are the only metrics of success, and yet those metrics are to the detriment of so much else human beings hold as important. Where is the place for wellbeing, for giving back, for mindfulness, for health and happiness?
Can stripping ever be a feminist act? In the first of our Great Debates on The Huffington Post UK, you can read both sides of the argument and have yo...
Hackgate, riots, the Eurozone crisis...it's hardly been the most uplifting of years, which is why I'm delighted to announce the launch today of two new Huffington Post UK sites - Celebrity and Culture - both of which are guaranteed to lighten and brighten your day. Whether you're after a quick-fix of Hollywood gossip, or some more high-brow cultural musings (or perhaps a bit of both?) these new additions to the HuffPost UK family will be providing news, views, blogs and features to entertain, make you laugh, and ensure you have plenty to talk about at your next dinner party.
The last time a Benetton advert was shocking, I was still at school and the height of sophistication was having one of the brand's brightly coloured T-shirts, emblazoned with the company logo, for non-uniform days. Back then it was naked, screaming newborns making headlines. This week, kissing world leaders thrust the fashion brand back into the limelight and reminded us that, in some areas at least, we are still capable of being taken aback by pictures alone, albeit in this case ones that have been manipulated and photo-shopped to within an inch of their lives.
Is any one of the (nearly) seven billion of us getting on right now? Whether you follow the money markets, keep an eye on Westminster, or just disagree with your other half over whether X Factor is better or worse this year, disagreements have been high on the agenda over the past seven days. For David Cameron at least, the week didn't get off to the best of starts with his backbenchers in revolt over Europe - even if he finally got the vote he needed to stave off that referendum decision for another day.
I was reading American Elle last weekend (there's an advantage to reading fashion magazines from overseas: I'm physically unable to access most of the clothes they tell me I should buy), however, for once it wasn't the shopping pages that stopped me in my tracks, it was the editor's letter. In it, editor-in-chief Robbie Myers had suggested that rather than use the word feminist, women should start referring to themselves as feminine-istas. I can see where she's coming from, fashion it up and perhaps we'd all be less embarrassed about labeling ourselves as such. But why should we feel embarrassed in the first place?
One of my Twitter followers, @CallumJonesBlog, suggested that instead of writing my blog this week, I could possibly get away with. "Carla is away drinking Pimm's in the sun". Which, right now, sounds a rather fantastically brilliant idea. Instead I want to blog about Breast Cancer Awareness Month, which kicked off yesterday and, if you're a woman, you probably identified by all the pale pink beauty products flooding the shelves of your local Boots, promising a percentage of profits to such-and-such a charity.