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It isn't just his opponents who question whether Miliband will become prime minister. A growing number of his supporters do, too... The Labour leader cannot afford to be his own worst enemy, as he approaches the closest general election in a generation.
If there's any one unifying message springing from Change:HOW? so far - from the Labour politicians, to the Greens and SNP, from Syriza to the Pirate Party, from the direct action activists occupying power stations to the man who organised pillow fights in Trafalgar Square, it's exercise your democratic right to have an opinion, to voice it, act on it and fight for it.
Over the past few weeks I've been trying to untangle the motivation behind the broadcasting and sharing of such extreme violence. Is it to shake us free from western complacency? Or, is it simply to be the first to have something to say at the local bar among the Facebook-ers and Tweeters championing fashionable global concerns?
In Russia, where I was born during the Soviet war with Afghanistan, we were taught to unconditionally respect our returning veterans - regardless of whether we agreed ideologically with the reasons they had been sent to war. It's an axiom that has stuck with me ever since.
It is not only the magazines which cost a small fortune that catch my eye, it's the freebies that are distributed at underground stations for your journey home: Stylist and Shortlist. My publication passion stems from my obsession with culture and need for current affairs across all realms.
It is infuriating that a forward policy towards Europe, though favoured by the public and silently shared by the leaderships of the three main parties, gets shredded by media and political expediency.
I understand the need for diplomatic niceties to be observed. That's why when a royal head of state dies, I'm perfectly happy for one of our royals to attend the funeral. But why on earth do we have to send the prime minister as well? ... Wouldn't it be nice if, like Germany, we could halt our arms sales to what is undoubtedly one of the nastiest regimes on the planet. And when the new king dies - he's already 79 - perhaps we could send Prince Charles on his own. I'm sure he'd manage just fine.
What is "extreme" about providing free electricity and food stamps to 300,000 Greek families now living below the poverty line, as Syriza has pledged to do? Syriza's programme of debt relief, fiscal stimulus and financial support for the poorest, rather than the richest, is mainstream macroeconomics. The party is merely planning to do what the textbooks suggest.
It's very hard to get breasts into advertising, even if those breasts are being checked for signs of cancer.
Imagine being told with utter conviction from a stranger that what you had - whether it's an illness, the ability to recite the seven times table, or an actual living entity like a cat in your arms - wasn't actually real, and all because they once read an uninformed piece about it in a tabloid paper.
Am I able to echo a fellow darling of the fashion clique, Vidal Sassoon, who once memorably said that: 'It's OK saying sorry but when you are drunk you say what you really feel.'?
Institutionalised sexism is dangerous because it assimilates into our culture to the point that we don't see it anymore, and conforming to the dominant narrative ends up being mistaken for a choice.
You would never accept a job where harsh comments and bullying were part and parcel of the job but it seems we expect celebrities to because they have a better life than the majority of us.
As a woman, a journalist and a mum, I don't 'get' what the fuss is all about over page three. Comments about tomorrow's chip paper, poor little crack whores and sexual discrimination do not faze me. They do not convince most discerning consumers.
Defined by a storm in a D cup, this week The Sun newspaper's decision to 'hilariously' pretend it had listened to anti-Page 3 campaigners was offensively unfunny. Put to one side the endless debate and incorrect columns about Page 3's supposed demise, if the aim was to cynically generate a shed load of free PR for the declining red top then bravo, didn't they do well. Now the challenge they face is trying to convince the rest of us that we should keep reading.