I've just made a TV series about sex, which, combined with a good decade of being a bit of a slag, means I've gathered some wisdom.
Piers Morgan declared that Kim Kardashian's topless selfie had killed feminism, which is rich coming from that pulsating mound of smegma.
Because Bowie wasn't just a weirdo. He was the weirdo.
Legalise sex work. And make clients wash their fucking dicks.
Banning sex work won't help sex workers – take it from an old pro.
I got some shocked, rude reactions, some polite nos, and discovered that Tinder has legitimate human beings on it whom you can talk to about actual stuff.
So what if she keeps getting her breasts out like a cow waiting to be milked? Pop's Queen Bitch is more important than ever.
"I think, deep down, you're a good person – whatever that means. But you are also careless and exhausting and a bit unstable."
All in all, it was a great year for the trans cause.
From Free the Nipple to No More Page 3, it's been a mixed bag for breasts in 2014. Let's talk about that.
I want no part in any feminism that takes "we know what's best for you" as its starting point.
She wins fights because she's better than you, not because she was born male.