The question of 'why isn't there more male nudity on TV?' also seems to get asked every so often, mostly from an entertainment perspective but what if that could actually achieve far more? Could it help a lot of anxious and unhappy men realise that they are actually perfectly normal?
As for the BBC, rather than auditioning a load of car buffs, they'd be better off going to the pub with Chris and finding out which of his mates were the best laugh. Who cares if they don't know their Toyota from their Motorola, that's what the researchers are for, right?
Shaming gluttony and laziness I hold no grudge with, but shaming an individual's weight? Here lies my issue, particularly when the mockery is perpetrated by those who often defend the notion of political correctness. People, dare I say it, who should know better.
When the subject comes up, I always talk about my condition on air. This is because, whenever I do, I always get a great deal of feedback. I always make the point of writing and ringing and even visiting families and it's nice for them to feel like they're not on their own.
I'm no killjoy and I don't watch Game of Thrones but even I know what happened due to posts unsubtly hinting of death and demise. It's Game of Thrones, what did you expect?
As the 2015 judges were announced on Tuesday morning, not only were fans underwhelmed - the "big news" had been practically everywhere prior to the official unveiling - but many threatened to boycott the show altogether, myself included.
You might have read yesterday's story in the Daily Mail about how much of the licence fee goes on funding our programmes. I wanted to explain why the Mail's interpretation is misleading. The paper's central accusation is that the BBC's income is approximately £5.1bn and only £2.4bn of this goes on 'content'. The implication they leave is that much of the rest of the money is wasted.
As an actress with Down's syndrome and a learning disability you could say I'm fairly rare. I've always enjoyed acting and was told I had a strong talent for it at an early age. Some people underestimated me though.
Whilst Marc remains the central character of the house, he sets the entire mood of the show. Regardless of the ongoing drama and notable personality clashes that exist interenally, most subsequent of Mark, the overall tone of the show is nearly spot on.
Imagine if you couldn't get involved in friends' or colleagues' conversations about Games of Thrones, Breaking Bad or W1A? As FOMO (that's Fear Of Missing Out, for anyone over 35 like me) continues to take hold, it's not acceptable for broadcasters to continue cutting one in nine people out of the popular culture of their generation.
I'm a little surprised by people's shock at the rape of Sansa, inasmuch as there wasn't much left they could do. They've poured boiling lead over a guy's skull. They're running out of options.
Forget about whether Jules O'Dwyer should be stripped of the title and be made to return the prize money (a better idea would be if she gave the entire £250,000 to the RSPCA) or if she should continue to be allowed to perform at the Royal Variety Performance. Surely the bigger question is whether she should have been allowed to appear in the first place.
The modern Big Brother has no problem in making itself explicitly clear that they do not care about pleasing viewers ethically, showcasing 'nice' people and giving people a fair chance at winning a life changing sum of money. If you are cast as a housemate, the producers owe you nothing.
As I got up from the sofa when she had finished, she noticed that my abdomen went into a cone shape and told me that I probably had a diastasis recti and I would need to get proper treatment for it after the birth of my baby if I wanted it to heal.
We're set for a heat wave. Did you hear? It starts tomorrow. Let's eat outside and what's more, get the kids making the food. Put that Prittstick away! These three recipes provide lots of short term concentration span activities.
You know the ad: a group of ladies get together in their pastel coloured smock tops for some sort of weird rye-based social gathering and between bites make the kind of bitchy comments to each other that, as long as it's followed with a laugh, is just a joke (but not really).