Like a lot of men I've spoken to since hearing talk of women-only train carriages, I feel genuinely offended. Most men I know are good guys. They are loving sons, brothers, fathers and husbands. They respect women and men alike and try to live life in such a way that doesn't upset, offend or intimidate others. Perhaps better ways to deal with this issue would be to think inclusively, increase sex education in schools and even on the Tube. We should be educating people and letting them know this type of anti-social behaviour is unacceptable and will not tolerated by women or men. We should be teaching respect, inclusivity and tolerance, not segregation.
Women, who may be working, reading, sleeping or just not interested, are forced to negotiate their space knowing that the man sitting beside them might be the one who calls them a frigid bitch if they don't want to chat. Or, the one who punches her in the face.
Today Jeremy Corbyn issued his policy on combating street harassment. We are two of the women that were involved in suggesting the seven proposals outlined in this document. This year alone we have been on empty Tube carriages while a man has masturbated, been followed home, felt the need to abort journeys on public transport, and felt wary to report assault to the police.
Are Cooper and Kendall the only women in this country who have never felt a hand creep onto their waist on the tube? Who've never had an erection launched into their lower back during rush hour? Who've never had a broom handle shoved up between their legs as they ascended the stairs at Tottenham Court Road?
By autumn 2016, the 7,850 businesses employing 11.2m staff will have to divulge what they pay their men and women. I believe this new era of transparency will be a powerful driver of change.
I didn't count how many men stared, honked or hollered at me this morning. I wish I had, because I'm almost certain I've underestimated - I think the number is far higher than 20. It's not an unusual experience, it happens to me every day, but there was something about this morning that made me have to say something.
In a sports team, judgments move away from how popular you are and what you look like to how hard you are willing to work and how much you contribute. I felt I had finally found my 'gang' and found a supportive environment where I could be me and develop confidence and self-worth.
I was wondering whether or not I was making a big deal about it. Whether or not the act was actually sexist. And this is one of the biggest challenges we face regarding catcalling - whether it's a wolf whistle or a seemingly well-intentioned remark, if a man's comments about your appearance and sexuality makes you feel uncomfortable, then that is not okay.
On Sunday my sporting hero was competing at the World Championships in Beijing, Jessica Ennis Hill represents the best of everything woman can be and in fact are. She is a grafter, she has trained for over 10 years to be the best in the world, she is an Olympian and on Sunday she again retained her World Title.
Who would want to be a nineteenth century woman? If you manage to make it to your twenty-fifth birthday without dying of syphilis, alcoholism, or childbirth you could consider yourself one of the lucky ones.
Feeling sexy is a fundamental part of being female. It's no wonder that low sex drive leads to low mood. Without that passion and juiciness, we feel incomplete. But there are many natural, beautiful, exciting ways that you can re-ignite your love life, without taking drugs.
We seldom have to choose outright between a love life and a career these days: it's more a case of little daily compromises. Who takes a day off when a child is sick? Who puts their own work to one side to help their partner through a challenging deadline?
I was apprehensive about taking a solo trip, I had never done anything like that before but I figured, "hey, I'm only going to London for Christ's sake not outer flipping Mongolia!" I was pretty confident that I would survive! And survive I did.
I'm in a very good place now and it's nice to feel like an athlete again. It feels as though my body was trapped and it's waiting to be released. Now it's just a countdown to competing again. I'm watching my competitors and thinking "I can't wait to race you again!" I'm quietly confident that come Rio 2016, I will be back challenging for the gold medal once again.
Clearly while decriminalising sex work will not put an end to the abuse and trafficking of vulnerable people (who are mostly women and girls), it may however help in preventing these activities.
After my awkward London underground moment, I picked up my tote bag, stepped off the train and actually felt more confident than before. Yes, I have a lovely bag and yes, my bag was (is) partly filled with junk. That's life, I'm evolving, ever-changing and on my own individual process of perfection; whatever that is.