'Cave, girls!'

So, this month I've been in a really third-wave kinda mood. 

> The sort of mood that makes me grind my teeth in anger every time Cheryl Cole is dubbed the 'nation's sweetheart.' I stopped wearing make-up for about half this month while I was reading Naomi Wolf's 'The Beauty Myth', until I'd made up my mind about my stance on the whole thing.

One thing that has come out of this is I'm re-evaluating the way I view other women, and the way they viewed me.

> I'm so sick of feeling this general loathing for every woman who I perceive to be 'more beautiful' than me, and therefore a 'threat'. It's knackering, and it knocks my self-esteem for six. As soon as an attractive woman stood next to me in line at a shop or got onto the same carriage as me on the tube I'd feel all kinds of hatred for her and for myself. How can it be positive?