We would choose real women. And not only would they be non-models but, if we were to show their faces, then we would tell their stories and celebrate their achievements. No more anonymous mannequins.
Girls these days would be forgiven for being confused on what to do to qualify their existence. Luckily the 21st Century manual on "How to Become a Woman" is regularly updated by the honorary guardians of us womenfolk; so these five simple rules will help you up-and-comers breeze through life without a hitch.
I was 49 when we moved to LA. Long gone were the years when I might have had the confidence to carve down the boardwalk on roller blades in a bikini. ...
Do we really want that bodycon dress, that we'd never have even looked at pre-bump because it's hot maternity fashion property thanks to Abbey Clancey, or go dotty for Kate Middleton's polka dots because the media went mad for their maternity style?
It is funny how an item of clothing can be an emotional trigger or can be a reminder to you of great, good and bad times for you. I'll always love the teenage O'Neill years as they represented freedom, laughs and so much learning but for the 20s the lost their love for me.
You may call me shallow and argue that when a woman is pregnant, it's more about how her baby is developing than the way she looks and yes to some extent I agree. But with hormones raging and that smidgen of self-doubt that comes with your changing figure, it makes you feel good when you look nice.
First we wanted more representation for plus size women in modelling. Then we had plus size women 'reclaiming' the term. Then we had a nineties pop star say she disapproved of stores selling clothes in 'unhealthy' dress sizes. Now finally we have people saying we should drop the term 'plus size' altogether. Where will it all end?
I used to have straight hair when I was little. Then one day (I'm not sure when) it just exploded into a mass of curl and frizz. Now I'm one of those poor souls who have to put up with the daily (read: hourly) battle of having curly hair.
This war on American Apparel has got to stop - least of all because it's just giving the company exactly what it wants. But the ASA has got to realise that it's a complete waste of time to point a finger at one company in particular without pointing a finger at the industry as a whole.
As you enter the exhibition, you are met with the face of Alexander McQueen merging into his trademark skull, which for me signified the work and the person merging into the visionary he became. Known for his legendary catwalks and theatrical style, this has been translated into exhibition form.
Lee Alexander McQueen was a rare talent - he had that scarce combination of superb craftsmanship and extraordinary vision. And both of these pillars of his strength are on show in this stunning new exhibition of his work.
All the promises and commitments to giving girls a better future and empowering women to do more are thrown out the window when they are then used as clothes horses. What message does that send to our teen daughters!?
With 2014 now behind us why don't we all jump off the 'perfect female body' bandwagon or who knows where it will take us in 2015? So no Jasper Conran I don't want your revolutionary shape enhancing jeans or what's next? Maybe the ankle will make a comeback and I'll be forced to buy padded socks.
Fashion Week, unlike the fashion industry in many respects, is absolutely as mad as you think - especially for those of us not sitting front row, or being shuffled around by a driver. Egos are vast, photographers rife and the sartorial sights scaling between painfully cool and shamefully peacock-esque.
This 'between season' period of fashion limbo is the perfect time to work out who we are, sartorially speaking, so that we make sure we avoid those expensive mistakes we may have made in the past, both in terms of cost and style.
I've just been given an invitation to a bloggers' dinner party, which I was looking forward to receiving until I saw the theme - I have to go dressed as my favourite Gossip Girl character. I'm 42, I've never watched it and I don't intend to start now.