There's no innate reason for dresses to be deemed girls' clothing - that's just an (outdated) idea in our society, a cultural construction. If a boy wants to wear a dress, it doesn't mean he needs his gender reassigned.
With exactly a month to go until the general election, The Equality Movement, a clandestine collective of advertisers making noise about issues that matter' are launching an ad campaign for gender equality called #BadBusiness.
Why shouldn't girls climb trees which can promote courage and the ability to take risks? But, equally, why shouldn't little boys play games that bring to the fore no-less important qualities such as empathy and kindness?
There are no sick days as a parent no matter how cruddy or sleep-deprived or manic you may feel. In said state of cruddy, sleep-deprived mania, I decided that being a parent is like being a one-man circus for both mums and dads. Here's why.
I'm sure there will be a few people that will read this and think, "I've got loads to do, wait till you've got three kids it's not that simple, my other half does nothing..." If you're thinking anything along those lines, you've completely missed my point.
Now I challenge any mum to have a day like this and not lock herself in the bathroom for a little cry or yell at the kids whilst struggling to get her words out as she is that stressed.........and then shout a little more as the kids point out she can't talk properly!
The notion of children's developmental and emotional needs is practically a no-go zone; taboo; too controversial to deal with, whether out of fear of provoking guilt in parents for some perceived failure or out of a prioritising of adults rights over children's needs. This really does need to change.
A whole generation of children is accepting that illness is normal, and the solution is taking sick leave and swallowing drugs. Hello, this is all part of growing up. Do you know that doctors and hospitals make money from selling medicines, dear parents?
About six months ago, I visited my elderly grandmother in her care home. I'd not seen her in years, too many to excuse really. This was partly as a result of my estrangement with key figures in my family.
I've been poorly this year, and it got me thinking: What if I can't be around for my daughter? Who is going to help her along life's journey? Life is so big and she is so small. I can't profess to have all the answers. I am still learning everyday myself.
I wonder what these mums put as their reason for arriving late when they have to sign their kids in at the office. Is it the same excuse every day? Or is it a challenge to think of a new reason each time? Why aren't they embarrassed like I would be?
Several friends recently forwarded me CEO Katharine Zaleski's blog on how poorly she treated working mothers before having one of her own. It was good to hear a woman admit her complicity in making women's lives a misery.
I honestly don't know what matters and what doesn't any more. Some days I take on the top medics and politicians just seeking the truth and to fight for a better future for children diagnosed with the number one cancer killer in children - brain tumours. Other days I just stare into space wondering what on earth we are here for.
Where do we stand on telling children why Adam and Steve are holding hands? Is there an appropriate age that something like this should be discussed or is it better for the child to discover of their own accord?
So she comes home from school and casually drops it into our 'how's your day gone' conversation. The conversation we have every day. Except this isn't about the funny thing that happened in maths or that she sang a solo in the choir. This is about a boy, 'the boy' the one she likes and I can tell she's smitten.
You were kind and you didn't judge. You took the time out of your day to empathise and notice someone who was on the edge and offer help to them; for that I thank you from the bottom of my heart. The world needs more people like you