Ah the I Have Never game, a favourite of 6th Formers and Freshers across Britain. If you have never heard of this simple game allow us to explain it. A group of people sit together and take turns to tell the others something they have never done. For instance “I have never read Squeamish Bikini”. Those present who have read Squeamish Bikini would all take a drink or a shot. That’s you; take a sip of your current beverage you maverick.

The Advertising Standards Authority has chosen not to ban last year’s Harvey Nichols Walk of Shame advert, showing various young women making their way home in outfits from the night before. A total of 7 people complained that the advert was sexist and insinuated only women with the income to support a Harvey Nichols heavy wardrobe could have a one night stand and maintain her self-esteem. 

Bel Mooney fears this is an indicator of the death of shame. Here lies Shame, buried under a mountain of Lucite stripper heels and prematurely shed pants.

71 years ago today Virginia Woolf filled her pockets with stones and walked into the river Ouse. Her body was not recovered for 3 weeks. The last thing she ever wrote was a heartbreaking letter to her husband Leonard.

I can never make up my mind about Woolf, or rather I should say about her writing. When I first  discovered her writing I was enthralled by the long, vague, lifting remember reading sentences; by the focus on minutiae and the psychological rather than the plot. It was a revelation to read novels where very little happened – but so much was said, explored, mentioned.

As an out feminist I am often asked the same questions. I get asked about feminism and boyfriends, as far as I am aware, you’re allowed boyfriends or girlfriends – as many as you can stand and still be a feminist. I have been asked about dressing as a feminist, answer: skimpy clothing is allowed. I have been asked about my eyebrows, I’m not sure if that has anything to do with feminism – I just have really great eyebrows. I have also been asked what feminism has done for me.

Since starting up a feminist site those questions continue to be asked but checking the stats it seems people have a lot of things they are too shy to put forward for Ask a Feminist. Where do the shy take their embarrassing questions? Why, Google of course.  

With last year’s Bridesmaids and this year’s Tiny Furniture and Girls it looks like the female slacker might be becoming a thing now. If we say it enough times. Like the Candyman, say Slackergirl 5 times and some unwashed female appears on you settee wearing Kermit the Frog pants and eating your cereal.

The Observer certainly seems to think it is a thing. If it is, then goodbye slightly irksome sitcoms in which characters in low paid jobs come home to a spacious flat, Penny from the Big Bang Theory I am looking at you and I am not suspending my disbelief. A waitress could never live alone, especially not on the hours you work. Instead look out for grown women padding about their parents’ house and hilarious incidents resulting from parent/daughter misunderstandings.