Maybe it's because I'm short. Or pale. Or ginger. Maybe it's because my mother somehow managed not to pass on any of her own physical insecurities (all mine are my own) but in spite of not resembling mannequins I tend to worry more about whether I can afford the clothes they are sporting rather than why I couldn't wear the exact same outfit. Note how that sentence is the wrong way round. Did you spot the mistake there? Mannequins should resemble me rather than me resemble them surely?
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The male pill is often discussed. Never in terms of chemistry and biology or how it will work. Never in terms of how, like the current contraceptive pill, it won't stop any STDs being transmitted. But always in terms of whether or not women will trust men to take their pill.
Recently in SCIENCE there has been a reported study in Australia, where scientists believe they may have found a reversible way of stopping sperm getting into the ejaculate, without affecting sexual function.
Who'd be famous? Or be a teenager again? Let alone both. Having to do your growing up in public with endless speculation and commentary. Tom Daley has had more than his fair share of scrutiny already. I barely follow sport and yet I know that the 19-year-old was bullied to the extent of needing to change schools; that his dad died a couple of years ago; that he did well in his GCSEs and A Levels; that he is in a relationship with a man. Oh yeah, and also that he's an incredibly talented Olympic-level diver who's already got a bronze medal and is aiming for gold in Rio 2016. That's a lot to have gone through in a few years for anyone.
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I'm a word person. I like words and therefore I like definitions. I don't like it when words change their meaning. I understand that the English language is something that develops and changes (see I picked those words rather than 'evolves') because it is alive. Which is why sometimes things are done for prosperity, or people will earnestly announce that pacifically speaking the grocer's apostrophe doesn't matter. Sometimes I can just groan a little and sometimes these things annoy the hell out of me. Usually it is the latter.