I follow pregnancy-related Instagram channels, adore black and white pregnancy photography, and I'm embracing how incredible my body is, changing and adapting beautifully to accommodate my baby. A bump generally represents health, vitality, life, love and quite frankly, an utter miracle. How could it ever be deemed offensive?
Together, they've got 27 Grammys, 20 Billboard Music awards, $1 billion in personal wealth, 112 million social media followers, 11 houses, seven fragrances, two world tours and one very cute child. All of their success and the angst about them splitting is based on a very questionable idea: That Shawn 'Jay Z' Carter is a good person. I dispute that.
Personal experiences of hipsters are a far cry from Williamsburg, New York but instead it was like watching pockets of East London being swallowed up by a swarm of skinny jean wearing, flat white drinking locusts. As preened men were dubbed "Metrosexuals" and "scallies" evolved into "Chavs"; in my circle "Indie" became "Hipster".
With Jay Z and his not-all-that-happy sister-in-law dominating the celebrity pages, and a hero cat called Tara on the front pages (remember when it was only the internet that loved cat videos?!), serious news was in short supply this week. Or it might have felt that way. Meanwhile, a group of people whose names you quite probably don't know, were taking part in a televised debate to help decide who runs the European Union.