Being objectified is not a compliment. No one ever changed the world because they learned to walk in heels that require a pilot's licence. Jumping up and down to participate in your own objectivation is generally not a good look.

I am now one of many women who have their own business, can vote and freely express an opinion. Historically there was a lot to fight for, by why now in 2012 do women in the West still feel the need to fight for the things we want?

Clearly, biologically women's bodies have an obvious function: baby-making. Throughout history this baby-making facility of the female anatomy has become entwined with the nurturing of the whole family, and feminists (men and women) fought for a woman's right to have a career, if they so chose to have one.

Is a debate about the rights and wrongs of hair-removal in danger of alienating a new generation of women who don't relate to the old bra-burning feminist stereotypes?

Within British culture, being designated 'the missus' carries significantly less glamorous and dignified connotations than 'Madame'. The anodyne and slightly self-conscious 'Ms' is hardly more appealing, although it does at least attempt to define women independent of their marital status.

It was a scene the teenage me would have had in a nightmare; my boyfriend sprawled out on the sofa watching football, me frantically juggling crushing garlic in the kitchen behind him simultaneously timing a roasting butternut squash and cleaning tomato juice off the printed recipe page.