After being revealed in leaked emails the Sony hack in December which set the web tingling Marvel and Sony finally confirmed thatSpider-Man is returning to the Marvel line-up. Well sort of - much like every single 90s sitcom crossover the characters won't mention or acknowledge each other when they swing back to their respective rival franchises as Sony will still produce any solo Spider-Man films. In honour of this amazing, spectacular, sensational news Squeamish Bikini asked which characters from unconnected franchises would you like to see team up.

Ah physical education. PE. It was always the big divider at school between those who hated it and those who liked it/found it a convenient skive. Usually when PE gets a mention in the news it is regarding the amount of hours dedicated (or not dedicated) to it in the curriculum or how to encourage fitness in our yoof. This time PE is on the agenda because rounders, rounders, has been quietly pulled from the GCSE curriculum by the Department of Education. The Telegraph has declared this a tragedy for those who hate sport and possibly discouragement for girls in PE class. We come up with some activities to replace rounders...

According to ELLE magazine (or rather an ELLE writer whom Caitlin Moran fears is dead inside): "Crying is having a bit of a feminist moment. There is an entire female reclamation of tears happening online, where women who have been told for years that to cry in public - especially at work - is to lose all credibility are now flaunting their waterworks." This is the first we have heard about this, other than Tina Fey saying that crying "terrifies everyone" which is not the same as saying crying is feminist. ELLE goes even further to say crying is not just feminist but a POWER MOVE. Is it? We investigate...

Ah feminist freedom. We have been freed from glimpses of perky nipples on a beaming young woman who is named (or credited as I like to think, for her nips) in The Sun paper. No more will you sit next to a person admiring such tits on public transport. No more will you be forced to explain breasts to your infant child. No more will you have to concern yourself over the agency of women in their late teens and early twenties. For, dear reader, Page 3 is kaphut. Well kind of. Look you are still going to have to look at women in undies or revealing outfits on Page 3, but you had to look at that on all the rest of the pages already. It's still totes a victory. I just don't know whose victory. Perhaps it's a step in the right direction, if what we hope to achieve for our children is prudery and repulsion over women's naked bodies. 

Pub bore with no pub to go to Nigel Farage is to go head to head with Al Murray's pub landlord in Thanet where he is standing for election with the Free United Kingdom party. The pub landlord said: "It seems to me that the UK is ready for a bloke waving a pint around, offering common sense solutions." UKIP responded:  "At last, serious competition in the constituency." While unlike the BBC we think there is such a thing as 'too much Farage coverage' we do have some ideas about who we would like to see him debate...

After decades of willowy white teens modelling clothing and accessories the average 18 year old can ill afford there seems to have been a small shift in fashion advertising. Now the octogenarian Joan Didion can be seen posing (or...just sitting) in sunglasses for the fashion label Celine and now at 71 years old Joni Mitchell has been revealed as the face of Yves Saint Laurent Music Project campaign. The choice of both models make sense. Didion can most likely afford and definitely suit a Celine outfit. Joni Mitchell makes music. The signing of these women causes a suitably flattering ruckus because they are old but also chic and therefore we are allowed to aspire to them. How good of these companies to employ not just older, but old women, aren't they brave? Now as women we know that we can get old. Thanks for the permission. 

It's 2015! We are probably now beyond the time you can say "Happy New Year!" but after the first week back at work we are still having trouble adjusting to the cold light of plain old winter with no Christmas or New Year to look forward to. Taking down the lights, folding away Christmas jumpers, no longer having giant meals accompanied by crackers and chocolate coins ceasing to be legal tender, it's that dull time of year when you have nothing to do but readjust to everyday life and wait for Spring. The odd pang of memory and sadness should you find a Quality Street sweetie squirrelled away in your coat pocket. Life seems bleak. So what are our tips for adjusting to 2015...

2014 seems to have been the year of celebrities saying they were feminists and feminists saying they couldn't be because they had been seen in public wearing pants. Spangly pants. 2015 is shaping up to be the year celebrities say they aren't feminists, sorry not sorry and feminists comment that they bloody should be and to apologise for this lack of desire to join a seemingly unwelcoming movement. While Beyonce, who spent last year discussing her feminism, equal pay and featured a Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie quote about women in her single Flawless before standing in front of a screen that said FEMINIST in giant letters on the MTV Awards has earned reams of features explaining why she can't be feminist. Meanwhile in a recent interview Kaley Cuoco-Sweeting was asked if she was a feminist and when she answered "Is it bad if I say no?" received a shocked and disappointed response from feminists and commentators. 

Everybody is supposed to be having a huge amount of fun right now because it's Christmas. It's all sparkly this and spiced that and eggnog-flavoured-what-now? Are you excited? About Christmas? We hope so. Although it's not healthy to build your expectations too high so we are going to go all Grinchy on you and share times when Christmas has been ruined for us. Tales of the Santa myth being crushed, falling foul of alcohol, yuletide stomach bugs and party present shortages start here, what ruined Christmas for you?  

So the nicest thing about a cold Christmassy winter is this nostalgic image: the foggy haze of out of focus multi-coloured fairy lights strewn over a synthetic evergreen. The only way to achieve this blissful and blurred scene is to indulge in some liquid Christmas cheer - mulled wine! I equate the long success of my Christmas spirit with the amount of warming wine I have consumed. Sadly I am only on my first mulled wine of the season but at £4.95 a glass who can blame me? It's time to get myself mulling (and my liver), please do join me!