Libby Brooks

On a recent trip to New York, I passed a pleasant afternoon watching a series of unsavoury males being violently separated from their penises. The movie Teeth is an entertaining enough comedy-horror update of the myth of vagina dentata, or the toothed vagina. It tells the story of the teenaged Dawn, leading light of her local chastity chapter but struggling to contain her burgeoning desires.

There are many things I remember fondly from my childhood Christmases: the Advent countdown, the silver milk bottle-top decorations, my formative rendering of Mary in the nativity musical Only a Baby. But from a very young age I was also aware that December was the month that told the world what a family ought to look like.

The news, for the terminally declining population of women who identify themselves as feminists, is good. A study by researchers at Rutgers University, New Jersey, finds the classic New Yorker cartoon of two women discussing relationships in a coffee shop — "sex brought us together but gender drove us apart" — is plain wrong. Feminists are happier in love and better in bed.

‘It was entirely unplanned on my part and, I think, on his: although whether any bloke with a camcorder acquired it with entirely pure intentions is a debatable point." Molly was a year into her relationship when a quiet evening in culminated in the pair filming themselves having sex.