Christina Hopkinson’s sparkly new novel has been read as a privileged mum’s moan about cleaning. In fact it raises more than a few awkward questions about domestic drudgery.
It really is sad that so many feminists get their knickers in a twist about the Sun’s topless beauties.
Proposing an online register of ‘rapists’ is the maddest thing Germaine Greer’s done since she puked on Big Brother.
In her new column, Wendy Kaminer says the hockey mom has come to bury liberal feminism… and Hillary Clinton provided her with the shovel.
By putting a fat butt-naked Beth Ditto on its front cover, the NME has ensured that she is better known for her curves than her music – just like Girls Aloud.