Samantha Brick

The most humbling moment in a conversation with a guy often comes when your comments about another woman elicit raised eyebrows
Move over Samantha Brick, there’s a new whinger in town. Meet Laura Fernee, a 33-year-old academic who claims she was hounded
Pro-Fox Hunting, Pro-Censorship, Ex-Tory MP Louise Mensch featured heavily in the papers last week. Why was that? Has she solved world hunger? Slashed the deficit? Invented self-removing socks? Nope, she's come to the stunning realisation, in her blog, that not drinking is better for you than drinking a little bit.
As I go through my twenties (far too quickly for my liking), it has become more and more apparent to me that sadly it is women - the very people feminists like me champion and celebrate - that are holding other women down - with men's help of course.
Putting the intense pity felt for someone whose self-respect can be measured in kilograms aside for one moment, Brick's unambiguous and deliberate tying of self-worth to waist size is problematic; particularly when the clear implication is that girls should be dieting from the age of 12.
It is hard to be a woman in the Western world and not feel ashamed of your appearance. In the press, starlets in bikinis are picked apart more comprehensively than if an autopsy was being performed on them. Scrutiny naturally turns toward your own, inevitably inferior, body.
The media know nothing about what personally makes you happy. You know what your body likes. I am sick of journalists or magazines trying to promote a one size fits all policy. These blood type, eye colour body mass index diets leave you feeling empty and defeated when you can only survive off grapefruit juice for ten minutes.
She became famous for claiming her life had been blighted by the jealousy other women experienced when confronted with her
Thought you couldn't make jokes about Margaret Thatcher's funeral, Rolf Harris's arrest or Justin Bieber's comments about
I love rage. Rage is brilliant. Rage gets stuff done. Rage, harnessed and appropriate unleashed, can change the world. Occasionally, however, our anger leads us towards a dead end.