Sex with Glass. Wait, what?!

So, the first image that sprung to mind with the phrase "sex with glass" was of a creepy voyeur rubbing themselves against my double glazing. Or a bloke on a late night trip to A&E with his knob trapped in the neck of a beer bottle. Apparently, though, sex with glass is an app - an app which lets you see what your partner sees during sex, via the magic of Google Glass.

Offended by sexism? Here's why we shouldn't just look the other way.

What movie will you be watching this month?

Captain Philips? Thor? Superman? Spiderman? Last trip to Las Vegas? Bad Grandpa? Olympus has fallen?

It doesn’t matter. The great majority of the last stock of blockbuster movies still portray a man living the most exciting range of adventures, and women who are either hot 23 year olds, (older) caring mothers/wives, or hysterical bitches (all of them absolutely secondary). Or, in the case of 'leading, cool, non objectifying roles', we'll almost certainly see a woman trying to get married / get a boyfriend / complaining that she’s turning 30 (30 something) and is still single.

Some things are more important than money.

After I finished grumbling at an article on Nigel Farage this week, I got thinking about some of the less obvious implications of the policy he’s calling for.

No Sex Please, We're British.

It may seem at first glance that this article is about sex. It’s not. It’s about the beauty of communication and the many, many, and (let me stress again) many advantages that come from open, honest conversation.

And the award for the best Lead Performer goes to….

Cate Blanchett plays Bob Dylan in I'm Not There

Pete Brook tells us why we should do away with gender-segregated Oscars.

Games for Girls?

Who is sitting in their bath in a cocktail dress?! Please!

I'm a tutor working for a big company providing after-school booster sessions. In many respects, our sessions are completely gender neutral. Our role is to encourage all children, regardless of gender, to do their best and pursue their goals. At the end of their sessions, kids are allowed some downtime to play games or browse the internet. By far the most popular activity, despite my infinite but seemingly isolated enthusiasm for Pictionary, is the online entertainment platform, Friv.

Do we like a little objectification?

It was a typical pre-Christmas afternoon. I was on my way to see a friend of mine, I had made a reasonable effort, eyeliner was relatively even and I had brushed my hair into a state of rare submission. I certainly was not expecting any male attention, yet that is exactly what I experienced… in very strikingly different ways.

DIY Christmas Beauty Tips

My nan was always a bit of a DIY-er when it came to beauty regimes and healthcare. Maybe I get it from her. Like the time she put dabs of lipstick on her earlobes because she thought it made her look "healthy". Or the time she filed the bridge of her nose with sandpaper because she thought it was too bumpy. Or the time that she couldn't hear properly on account of all the wax in her ear, and after stubbornly refusing to go to the doctor, phoned triumphantly to inform us that "I stuck a pair of nail scissors in there, so now I can hear perfectly fine!". No, I am not joking.

Feminist Crib Sheets - Living Dolls

Swot up on your fem-lit with our fortnightly Feminist Crib Sheets! This week we take a look at Natasha Walter's account of the challenges faced by modern feminism. 

Why the Tories' shared parental leave policy might just save the world

A long time ago women had loads and loads of kids. Having loads of kids made sense - back in the day when smallpox and polio used to snatch young 'uns away to an early grave and the life expectancy at birth was only 18 in London, the grim fact is you had to have seven kids if you wanted two to survive into adulthood. And obviously, without the cushy welfare state to sit you in a care home and feed you boiled cabbage in your old age, having kids was a necessary financial investment.