We all know that drag is most commonly associated with describing a man in women's clothing (before I get corrected here, yes I know that it is used the other way around too), but the real drag is a woman who is feminine on the inside and yet putting on a masculine mask.
If an African girl wanted FGM we would be outraged, and rightly so. Why would we cut girls to control their sexuality and satisfy men? We can all agree on this. Yet when a girl from a non-FGM practicing community wants to be cut, trimmed or tucked we're told it's her choice. Aren't both examples of cultural coercion? Are we saying one happens to adults and the other to children? To some extend, that's true. But there are nine-year old girls, accompanied by their mothers, asking for cosmetic surgery on the NHS. Girls with normal genitals. Confused? Me too.
Walking through the lobby at work, I spotted it immediately. Hanging, totally blasé, in the nook of a woman's arm. But it wasn't just the one. In fact, there were dozens of them, swinging casually from limbs.
Do you feel needy for approval and want to be liked by everyone? Do you sometimes find you automatically say yes without considering the consequences?
'Thank you for your email of today regarding Page 3 girls in the Sun. While I understand that some people are offended at seeing naked breasts, this particular page is something of a national institution, providing the girls with a job and Sun readers with some light and harmless entertainment.'
At the moment, Rebecca Adlington is in the jungle but the reception she has got is a good show of the pressure athletes are under. Where the male athletes have women drooling over their six packs, I feel as a female athlete, you are constantly being judged on your body.
When I turned 30 - I went through all the stages: denial, as I sank the contents of our drinks cabinet refusing to acknowledge that now my hangovers take a sodding two days to clear. Anger, as I looked back at photos of my misspent 20s wondering why I didn't love myself more or appreciate what a much better body I had.
When scientists announced this week that the male contraceptive pill is a step closer to being developed my first thought was 'It took them 52 years since the female pill to get this far.'
As important as our heels and handbags are (I worship at the altars of Blahnik and Choo whenever I can)...our obsession with gaining 'equality' with the boys is costing us...and while we might be aware of the symptoms...we're oblivious to the cause.
Any sex difference could plausibly be due to difference in the time-course of development between men and women. But, in general, it isn't the technical details which I am equipped to critique. It's a fair assumption to believe what the researchers have found, so let's turn instead to how it is being interpreted.
There is not much you can do to change the facts from the past! But there are powerful things you can do to change how you feel, pick you up and feel awesome regardless of the circumstances in your life.
You always hear about being "strong, independent women". How we should strive to be one. I know I do. Gosh, Beyoncé even wrote a song about it. But is it wishful thinking? Can we really be strong, independent women? Or are we already, and have merely been convinced that we are not?
Experiences of sexual violence are many and varied, so rather than speaking 'for' survivors, I speak as one. I share my experience in the hope that some of the stigma will be broken down & that others might feel safe sharing their stories too.
What we can see in this study showing that more and more young women feel vulnerable, fearful and harassed is the tragic victory of Victim Feminism, of a feminism whose main aim seems to be to convince young women that life is hard, abuse is rife, words can harm, and being a woman is a really dangerous occupation.
Less than a week to go and the dilemma of 'what the hell am I going to wear' is getting increasingly urgent. The little voice in my head has turned into a holler - and as much as I know that, compared to our winners and the celebrities on the red carpet, it's of little importance to anybody else, I still need something I feel great in.
The constant bombardment of messages that disapprove female sexuality and jubilate male sexuality creates confusion about what sex and sexuality really mean. As author of 'The Lolita Effect' M G Durham, wrote "I despise the social double standards that celebrate boys' 'studliness' and condemn girls' desires."