I wrote about Bridget Jones a little while ago when her creator Helen Fielding revealed to Jenni Murray that she was reviving Bridget once again. We all wondered how Bridget would be negotiating Twitter and Facebook, whether she'd read 50 Shades of Grey, if she'd have indulged in some botox for her TV career and of course if she had married Mark Darcy. Or lost that stone.

That was until all the media dropped the clanger/spoiler for those waiting to read the whole thing that Darcy was dead and that, at the age of 51, Bridget a widow of 5 years with 2 children called Mabel and Billy. 

Lately everyone who is anyone in the online world of feminism seems to have received this press release from creative agency Mother London announcing that they are launching "Project Bush, a call to action for women to stand up to the pressures of modern society and present their bushes in all their glory. Whether waxed or never tended, young, old, black, brown or white, we want to display London's lady gardens in all their variety, and demonstrate the choice that many young women - particularly - may not realise they have when it comes to waxing."

It is a popular assumption that it is a sign of middle age to be flummoxed by something that is apparently taking the world by storm. To wrinkle your nose at something everybody seems to be doing and wonder aloud what possible benefits they could be getting from taking part in this. However team Squeamish beg to differ. Some of us have known each other since our teens and, unless we have always been somewhat old fogyish, we would like to forward the motion that a state of 'do not get' is a regular occurrence no matter what your age. Be it jeggings, twerking or cronuts. We put our trendy heads together and came up with what - in spite of being young and totes with it - we do not get...

I have a confession. Until very recently I had never listened to Desert Island Discs. Ok, I realise that's not a proper confession along the lines of 'it was me who stole the crown jewels/slept with your ex/taught the gorillas how to swear in sign language' - but when you're as painfully middle class as I am it would be a fair assumption that I tune in regularly (while knitting my own houmous and reading the Guardian, natch darling). 

But somehow it had never appealed. From what I'd read about it it just seemed like one of those painfully tedious exercises in political PR, along the lines of those 'books politicians are taking on holiday' lists. It gave me visions of Cameron/ Clegg/ one of the Milibands grabbing the nearest intern and and haranguing them abut what music they could choose in order to seem with it and 'like, part of the Zeitgeist but not too ridiculous, Are the Arctic Monkeys still cool?' 

Rushing into the centre of Brighton before a date with a roller derby bout, I heard over my iPod the tones of a politician. I heard the peculiar speech pattern and thought: 'Ah, Labour conference. Politician.' I did not think, as I rounded the corner, 'Ed Miliband.' Which was surprising. Because while you might not know his policies, remember quite what facial feature distinguishes him from his brother David you think you do know what this. man. sounds. like. (emulating the old political speech pattern there.)

But Ed's nasal tones are not important, unless you too are known for a nasal speaking voice and are interested in what adenoid surgery can do for you. It was Ed Miliband I heard, he was the politician speaking on the streets of Brighton (New Road, if you like that kind of detail) answering questions from anyone, ANYONE even a cyclist, who was a member of the general public. 

Today is Bi-visibility day. I actually first wrote, nay googled, bi-invisibility day. Probably because every day is bi-invisibility day. Liv has written about how bisexuality is often overlooked or not taken seriously. Squeamish Louise wrote about her experience at Bi-Con and biphobia. I don't know a single bisexual person who has claimed not to have experienced some form of biphobia, which the day seeks to highlight the extent of. The day is also known as International Celebrate Bisexuality Day - it's just not used...internationally and it has been going since 1999. So, y'know, take your pick, I like the first one. 

I have written about being single. I have written about being mistaken for a gay woman. I have never written about the amount of women who have asked me if I have considered women. I am not insulted by this, there's nothing to be insulted about. They've kissed a girl and they liked it, therefore maybe I would. But the implication - unintended - is that bisexuality is an option. 

I can't find a guy, so perhaps I should just settle for a lady. We're the altruistic sex right? Some kindly woman should embrace me against her friendly bosom. Until I meet Mr Right. Yeah you know how it is lady. See ya. 

I know plenty of people who skip from relationship to relationship. I don't doubt their sincerity with each relationship (which is not to say I give them my blessing. Not that my blessing is much sought after). I know lots of people who are promiscuous. Some are straight, some are gay, some are bisexual. They all get equally lucky. And I think they are all greedy. 

"However, bisexual people often face prejudice from within lesbian and gay groups as well as heterosexual communities. They are invisible - not represented in mainstream media, policy, and legislation or within lesbian and gay communities. 

"Government and communities need to single out bisexual people as a separate group in order to address this equality gap."

I can think of only one openly bisexual politician in the UK, Simon Hughes deputy leader of the Lib Dems, who after repeated questions over his sexuality came out after The Sun newspaper said they had proof he had used the gay chat room Man Talk (which sounds like a slightly ill-conceived girls board game, consisting of some profile cards and a chunky pink phone)

I know of some celebrities who identify as bisexual. Though on occasion I cannot help but suspect it is for titillation. Which fuels the casual biphobia we see and hear every day. Or am I being biphobic doubting their sincerity? I am after all dismissing certain celebrity sexuality as 'just a phase'. And how frustrating must that be?

Let's look at the research again: "A report on mental health issues in the Brighton and Hove area of the UK confirmed that those who identified as bisexual, queer or ‘other’ in terms of sexualities were more likely than lesbian and gay identified people to have mental health difficulties and were more likely to have attempted suicide." The study found that this meant they were more likely to experience homelessness, abuse and violence. 

This is not some little Pride left over day. This is a day to highlight the biphobia out there and the acute dangers of it. Because for some people who are bisexual out there, it's not Girls or Boys, it's life or death. 

Squeamish Kate

It happens to us all, in fact, it could happen to anybody! We have all informed someone something is a damp squid. Or if not that we have told people that they should not put us on a pedal stool. Perhaps we have overheard others say pacifically speaking. Or been told something has been preserved for prosperity.

Yes this is the theme of this week. Cast aside any embarrassment and confess. What sayings have we misheard and misused?

Recently Twitter was hashtagging away about telling a girl she's beautiful. Or pretty. Or is passable or whatever. Understandably counter hashtags came up with suggestions instead you tell a girl she's clever or interesting or comfortingly predictable. Both were well meaning. Both unintentionally hit the well-meaning-but-patronising mark. Girls get enough feedback and comments, constructive or not it would probably be more beneficial to suggest a #letagirlbe Twitter trend. The trend (not Twitter based, though live and well on that and other social network sites) for telling girls they are fine as they are and not to physically try hard is well beyond being nipped in the bud. 

I suppose it goes way beyond the Hardy fantasies of the immaculate milkmaids. The image of the scrubbed Virgin Mary has to have come from somewhere. A fresh faced young woman who radiates health, wholesomeness and ideally caucasianess (Our Lady has long been depicted nursing a blonde Jesus with her extremely pale bosom) has long been held up as the ideal. She is both innocent and tempting. 

September 21st is Peace One Day, an international day of ceasefire founded by British director and actor Jeremy Gilley. He conceived the idea in 1998, and the first day was celebrated in 1999, although it was not until 2001 that all the member countries of the United Nations adopted the program. In 2006, the first life-saving activities began to flourish as a way of observing the day.

The World Food Programme dropped food aid in Southern Sudan, and the International Rescue Committee repatriated a child soldier with her family. Initiatives have flourished since then, as Peace One Day has partnered with a number of UN agencies, governments, and non-governmental organisations. Many children have received immunization against polio and other serious illnesses.

I want to see people on screen I can relate to, they don't have to be female but it helps. I believe it's rare to find well written female characters so when I watch a film with a woman in it that enthrals me I have a tendency to watch it again and again. Ripley in Alien was written for a male actor and I think its lack of cliché 'girl talk' makes Ripley one of the most believable female characters in film. Ok, so I don’t relate to killing aliens but you get the idea. It feels like a lot of female characters are fulfilling gender stereotypes so it's hard to see a person on screen through all the nonsense. Cameron Diaz in The Mask is very different from Cameron Diaz in The Last Supper. Watch them and you'll see. I'm not following the Bechdel test for my film enjoyment; I'm just looking forward to films that aren't Transformers.