The journalist India Knight has been busy plugging her new book In Her Prime: Older, Wiser, Happier... All harmless enough, until she chose to reveal her rather naive views on infidelity on Woman's Hour. "Affairs? So what?" she glibly pronounced. "So a lot", shouted every listener who has ever known the pain of betrayal.
Don't Forget to Be a Good Friend. Marriage is first and foremost a friendship between two people. If you want your marriage to last it's important to make sure you show up, be interested, put the time and effort into it and don't take it for granted. Remember that the adage "Treat you family like friends and your friends like family" is actually true.
I'm tired of being asked why I got depressed. I have no problem talking about how it has impacted on my life, and that of my family and friends, I think people need to know exactly how much mental illness can take over and infiltrate every aspect of life. But I have a very big problem with the perception that this could somehow be my own fault
Amal Alamuddin Clooney has just accidentally reignited this great debate, after changing her surname. Putting aside the usual dirge of how its every woman's dream to be Mrs Clooney (it's not), she's a fantastic example of how a strong, successful female role model can change her name and it not mean that she is passively submitting to her husband's will.
Sunday will be my first wedding anniversary, and it feels like just yesterday I was a major ball of stress, preparing for the happiest day of my life. While I'm definitely not quite yet the authority on marriage (I'll get back to you in 50 years), I have learned a few things during the last year of being a married woman. Here are the top five.
My husband isn't my best mate - I already have one, and had one long before we met. I'm not going to ask him for dress advice (he's a punk rocker and until I shave my head we'll probably never see eye to eye), and I understand that when I'm sick, although he'll do his best to look after me, it won't be the same as a cuddle from my mum.
But how about my kids? How am I with them? At my worst, I'm unable to cope with them. I can't engage, I don't want to play, getting myself up, dressed and fed is sometimes beyond me. Often, all I'm capable of is sitting and staring at a wall for hours on end. I resent every demand that's made of me, I want to be left alone, utterly and completely.
It was she who encouraged me to leave my dead-end job with no regrets and launch a media consultancy business from the kitchen table, join a gym and pump iron, write a book and two screenplays at exactly the same time with only vague notions about plot, indulge in a series of ineffectual health food fads and therapists...