Sadly, a lot of what passes for feminism these days is just moaning about men, congratulating ourselves on nothing in particular, and mocking them for being big kids while doing everything we can to keep them that way.

As a kid, I grew to define what I didn't want my life to be like by sitting behind moaning women on the bus, hearing them bang on about their aches and pains, both real and imagined.

Lots of women love to accuse men of being immature when the fellow in question displays a reluctance to 'commit.'

A good part - and definitely the most fun part - of being a feminist is about frightening men.

Can I just say here how much I hate the word 'pamper'? While pretending to celebrate and indulge women, it actually implies that their bodies are so revolting that even their 'me time' must be dedicated to turning them into living dolls if potential suitors are to be prevented from running screaming in horror.

Being a monarchist - saying that one small group is born more worthy of respect than another - is just as warped and strange as being a racist.