As we keep banging on about here, between trips to the kitchen, feminism is about choice. Anybody can be a feminist and everybody is invited to join the feminist fiesta (you don’t even have to constantly alliterate, I just like to). However all too often the same ambassadors are getting a look in, all spouting matching messages and creating an impression of feminism ignores any complexity.

This week the Guardian reported a rise in grassroots feminism. ‘Yay!’ The feminist Twitterverse collectively said. ‘Woo!’ Said Facebook! ‘Sigh’ said all the minorities once again overlooked.

The Guardian is one of the few national papers who not only take feminism seriously, but also loudly support it. It’s a valuable asset to the feminist sphere. The subject of the article is one to be celebrated and reported. 

Squeamish Sue has been having more mother-in-law trouble, she’s trapped in the cruel grasp of a charity shop bolero and Warwick University are making demands.  Still, at least she’s up a tenner. 

My college pal Fern and I walked into town today and whilst standing on a street corner, were accosted by a guy who asked if we wanted to make £10. I wasn’t sure whether to be insulted or grateful. It turned out he was drumming up custom for volunteers to complete a questionnaire about VAX’s new product packaging.

Ai ai ai, it’s not going away. Even before the Samantha Brick article and the deluge of articles ranging from ‘who does she think she is?’ to ‘never heard of her, but here’s my opinion’ Twitter has lately been awash with the rise in beauty expectations.

If you’re on the Daily Mail website and care to cast your eyes to the right you will see a beauty check list for celebrity women. In the Daily Mail if celebrity women aren’t pouring their new curves into some designer receptacle then they are stalking the streets, a shadow of their former selves. They’ve either made the mistake of halting evidence of time on their face, or made the mistake of aging. Either way whatever they are doing they are doing it wrong, which is why, when Eva Wiseman noticed she was starting to apply the same standards on others she went on a Daily Mail fast.

Last month we had a Friday 5 that contained a little incident, a revelation if you will for both Squeamish Kate and Squeamish Louise. Squeamish Louise learned that Kylie Minogue was singing LA LA LA and not NA NA NA as her ohrwurm had been singing in her head and Squeamish Kate learned that she has little patience when it comes to LA LA LAs and NA NA NAs.  

However it got us to thinking about other misheard lyrics. It’s yet another subject the internet has changed. Time was any disagreement over lyrics would have to wait for the next issue of Smash Hits and the song lyrics pages to vindicate one sharper eared person. Now as a driver sings along in the car to one of their favourite songs the passenger can inform them not only are they wrong but convince them to pull over and Google the lyrics. Here are our 5 misheard song lyrics...

Unless you’ve been living in a cave these last few weeks you will have heard that there will be a new companion in the next series of Doctor Who.

Leaving aside whether knowing this is a good thing or not (personally I preferred it when you didn’t know someone, even The Doctor, was leaving until the episode where it happened rather than the current soap-like situation where practically every major storyline is leaked by the BBC months in advance), let’s cover what we know about them.

You might not like it but the Daily Mail does know how to pick ‘em. If ever there is an unfamiliar name trending on Twitter, especially if people are all furiously denying knowledge of who this person is. This means they know who this person is, have read the offending article and have Instagram on their iPhone.

This leads curious people like me to Google the name and of COURSE at the top of the list is a Daily Mail article. Yesterday this person was Samantha Brick. All day people were swinging between denying all knowledge of her and expressing their displeasure at the amount of people pointing out that this woman is not beautiful.

Many people, feminist writers included have expressed their displeasure at the notion Brick might be pretty. The many photos of Brick show a woman who looks absolutely fine, but I fear the Daily Mail just has a vindictive picture editor. (A look at Brick's reply to the vitriol she received for the article Why do women hate me for being beautiful? shows a photo of Brick with her husband who is wearing army fatigues and brandishing a gun)

Bibi Lynch is a journalist who sticks in my mind because she once allowed herself to be photographed eating a steak with just a fork, as cabbage leaves nestled in her bra. This was all in the name of a women’s magazine idea of practising for motherhood, you can’t use cutlery with a baby in your arms and the cabbage leaves soothe sore nipples. I think Bibi concluded she wasn’t ready for motherhood and you can conclude that the things that stick in my memory are alarmingly useless.

Last Saturday Bibi revealed that biological motherhood was not in her future. It had been confirmed that at 46 Bibi was probably infertile. In her article Bibi mourned the motherhood she will never experience and aired her resentment of mothers who complain about how hard life is with a toddler in tow.

It’s Sunday, a day of rest and reflection. Site founders Squeamish Louise and Squeamish Kate have been reflecting on SqueamishBikini.com. They have been thinking about where the site is going, its writers and what direction they want this venture to take. After some deep searching of their hearts they have come to a decision. They have a confession to make about the site, about themselves and about the other Squeamish writers. The About Squeamish page is going to be somewhat drastically edited. Because they just can’t live this lie any longer…