When I first read about this popular Twitter-turned-Web-series I was ready to be all kinds of outraged. I was ready to highlight how that’s a weak rip off from Shit my Dad says. I am still insistent that I don’t recognise myself in these sketches, but I have to grudgingly admit I have encountered women saying such ‘shit’.

Shit Girls Say was thought up by partners Kyle Humphrey and Graydon Sheppard, first as a Twitter and then a web series featuring Sheppard dragged up in numerous short sketches.

The sketches comprise of Sheppard rummaging around in a handbag, absentmindedly eating crisps on a settee and screeching in a bar with Juliette Lewis.

As I watched the short collection of sketches I noticed myself a) being AMUSED (which we all know feminists are incapable of) b) recognising some of the scenarios and c) congratulating myself because ‘I’m not like that’. 

As a feminist you often find yourself wondering, “is this activity feminist?” When women first come out as feminists they often think they will have to change everything, dump their boyfriends (only if you don’t like them!), stop shaving (only if you want to) and burn their bras (don’t do that, those things are expensive).

Forbes.com recently posted an article entitled ‘Can I still be a feminist if I...?’ concerning all the classic conundrums some people think can’t be compatible with feminism. Such as making a boyfriend a sandwich or wearing heels.

It’s been a recurring problem in all the waves of feminism that groups of women band together to tell other groups of women what is and isn’t feminist/acceptable.

Bromance is a particular portmanteau I hate. Which is a shame because next to spoonerisms and malapropisms to create a particularly amusing portmanteau counts for high value comedy in my family. But bromance makes me think of films such as Lesbian Vampire Killers and therefore James Corden and so on and so on.

To put it bluntly bromance looks suspiciously like an excuse to indulge in homophobia and misogyny-lite under the guise of fun and beer games. To live the Miller High Life as it were. But let’s not just take my word for it, what does Urban Dictionary say? According to the site a bromance: “Describes the complicated love and affection shared by two straight males”.

Christmas is coming, the geese are adding to the growing obesity problems in the UK, and while they might be starting to fear what’s about to happen to them, most people have a far bigger worry. Something that strikes fear into the heart of the hardiest of souls. Yes, that’s right – the Staff Christmas Party. Da Daaaa Da...

I have finally, after 3 years of frankly hideous disasters, convinced our department not to have a Christmas party.

Advertising can be a funny thing.  It is one of the few remaining industries that doesn’t really have a ‘face’. Say PR and you think Edina Monsoon or Lynne Franks. Think of computers and Bill Gates’ visage springs to mind. Asked to name a famous entrepreneur most people would say Richard Branson. For advertising…you might venture the name Saatchi but really you’re thinking Darrin Stephens from Bewitched. That’s what I’m thinking (I am also thinking congratulations Bewitched! Two references in a week!), so to me the advertising world revolves around the end of a stressful day when you loosen your tie and tell your wife she better make your whiskey a double.

And you know what advertising industry? If I’d come up with these ideas I’d be upping my whiskey intake too. Here are our 5 favourite feminine hygiene adverts.

Tomorrow morning people will be marching though London’s Harley street to raise awareness of the increase in gynaecological cosmetic surgery. Such surgery has become more popular both privately and on the NHS, however the term cosmetic means this is by no means lifesaving surgery. So women are having their vulvas sliced and diced in the name of beauty.

The march has been organised by feminist campaigners UK Feminista and performance artists The Muffia, who use body hair as their main theme. Hence the name, of course. Using slogans such as “I love my vagina!” and “Keep your mitts off our muffs” the main message of the march is the crazy notion that our Business is our business.

A study has come out this week highlighting the similarities between the language used by convicted rapists and that of Lad mags. We previously discussed this use of predatory language and aim to seek out the vulnerable on the Unilads site in the feature Lads party like it’s 1999.  We have also touched on victim blaming before in police ad campaigns in The Skirt Code.  

Now psychologists from Middlesex University and the University of Surrey have made the alarming discovery that when presented with quotes from lad mags and convicted rapists describing women, the majority of people taking part could not distinguish the sources of the quotes.

Yawn, you might think, lad mags are all about bombast and swagger and everybody knows it’s a bit of a joke. FHM, Loaded, Nuts and Zoo, the magazines used for this study are hardly held up as pillars of society, they just pick sports personalities of the year.  Ok, how do you feel about this finding?

Pastry. Doughy, delicious pastry. Commonly used to illustrate lists of “things you might as well buy rather than make.” And usually, I would agree. Who wants to faff around rolling and re-rolling puff pastry when it comes readymade?  But shortcrust, my friends, is a different matter entirely. Make your own shortcrust pastry and your mince pies will be the best in class. I know Squeamish Kate thinks it’s all about the mincemeat, but I beg to differ. One day we will team up and win Christmas.

Last year we squealed over the Harvey Nichols Christmas ad featuring toy dogs being matched to shoes and gift wrapped. This year Harvey Nichols Christmasifies the walk of shame, at its height come office party season.

Posted on the Harvey Nichols You Tube channel on the 3 December, the clip has already been viewed over 170,000 times.

There are few things that can be so shamelessly schadenfreudelicious. Witnessing a woman on her way home in the unforgiving light of the morning commute is one of them. On the assumption, of course, that she’s had a fun night. A little bit of glittery, mascara smeared joy amongst the rush hour suits.