What do Brits think about infidelity? I'm going to take a punt they don't like it very much. I asked both of my boyfriends what they think of cheating, and they weren't in favour either. Looks like we're in tune with the rest of the nation, according to research reported in the Independent

If you're thinking "wait, both boyfriends?! good thing they don't know about each other", then you'd be wrong. Because they do. And none of us like cheating. Because there are relationship models other than monogamy, or monogamy + cheating.

I like to try and spread out subjects on Squeamish Bikini. I like to try to address current affairs once and then maybe comment on any developments. But this subject, this current affair? This pisses me off. This is something that there is so much misunderstanding about and until there is understanding it will continue to happen over and over again. It is happening over and over again, right now. And whether or not we care seems to hinge far too much on the victim's cup size.

Last week Squeamish Louise discussed the case of Neil Wilson and the issues of class in sexism, rape and paedophilia. Because let's be clear, whether or not she was predatory as the  is besides the point she was 13 and therefore a minor. I think some great points, some very true points were made. If you haven't read it you should - here. But I'd like to also focus on the responsibility of the man, of men here.

Last August I took part in the great PCOS fundraiser Armpits4August to raise money for Verity. A charitable continuity of the hair inspired fundraiser Movember, in which men impress their friends and family with their ability (or lack of) to grow a moustache in order to raise money for research into prostate cancer. When I embarked on Armpits4August I didn't know it would be such a life changer. Because I didn't know I felt the way I did about body hair.

We are a team at Squeamish Bikini, but we all enjoy Alone Time. No, that's not a euphemism - though we'd never judge what you get up to in your alone time, provided it is legal and harmless (stay safe out there guys [we just have to cover our bases at times]). Sometimes we just don't want to see any of your pretty faces. This Buzzfeed link explaining some of the issues introverts happen across regularly had us nodding at the glowing screen in our individual darkened rooms. We decided to confess what we love about saying to the world I vont to be alone. See if you can spot the running theme...

I wasn't sure how to introduce this post. Because by now the coverage of the case of Neil Wilson, given a lenient sentence for sexually abusing a minor because the judge accepted the prosecution's portrayal of her as 'predatory' seems to have almost ubiquitous coverage.

I've watched it grow - from a tweet on my time line from a court reporting account; through discussions about whether it could possibly be an accurate depiction of what was said in court; and counsel about confusing 'summing up the prosecution' with 'the views of the judge' to full-blown coverage on the evening news (where, incidentally, fuller transcript releases showed both to be horrendous).

Yesterday Ally Fogg wrote about male feminism, in response to Hugo Schwyzer's decision to stop writing about feminist issues due to sad personal troubles, a problematic domestic history and a penchant for writing about his then partner's tampon trouble - although admittedly that it XOJane.com's house style and as an XO writer, boy howdy do I know it. Boy. Howdy.

Fogg used Schwyzer's troubles and the hostile reactions he has received writing as a feminist to broach the subject of why he does not personally identify as feminist: "I'm often called a feminist by others, in roughly equal measures as a compliment and an insult, and I am happy to take it in the intended spirit either way, but it is not how I define myself. The very notion of male feminism has never sat comfortably with me..."

On Monday we maintained our silence about the Sunday Twitter silence. We did not take part in the Twitter silence and our reasons were best summed up by Bonnie Greer's tweet regarding the importance of never being silent: "Occupy this space. For those who can't. For yourself. Speak truth to Power wherever you find it. Be raucous. Enjoy. #nosilence #Voltaire."

Silence is a rubbish weapon. In real life the silent treatment usually causes you to end up in the wrong because eurgh, it's just annoying. But also it implies your argument might not be very good. Online it smacks of what is called 'flouncing'. The notion of a dignified silence is, on the whole, bollocks.

Is it silly season yet? It feels like we must be getting there. But slowly. A drip-drip of silliness, forecast to turn into a tidal wave as we reach the middle of the month and everyone decides that ice-cream is much more interesting than research. One of the first drips of silliness has fallen from Brighton, landing in Hollywood. Oh Brighton, we knew we could rely on you.

It all started last month, when a Brightonian with a surplus of space but a lack of meaningful companionship in his life sought to remedy this using that good old fashioned technique known as Gumtree.The advert soon went viral. Of course it did. The premise was simple - you can live with me for free. As long as you dress up like a walrus for a couple of hours a day, make walrus noises and eat fish. Then this week, came news that this charming story is being made into a movie by Kevin Smith.

It got us thinking. About a lot of things, but here's one - What bizarre thing would you get someone to do in order to live with you rent-free if you had the means? Or to put it another way - what's your personal walrus?