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Theresa May's girls' night in and ice-cream flavoured plimsoles

The fashion world is in a two-and-eight. It has inconceivably come up with a trend which is the complete antithesis of everything it stands for - ice-cream.

Let's be honest, no one in the fashion industry has eaten since 1997, subsisting on fresh air and the occasional whiff of Lancome watermelon Juicy Tube (because they're back). Never mind the veritable Pandora's box of worms the issue rears up for the lactose intolerant, and the vegans, who have risen up like a Samuria army since the clock struck midnight on first of January.

But fear not, this ice-cream trend is nothing to do with consuming delicious frozen cream (sadly). Instead it is about the chosen pastel colour palette for this spring, leading on to summer 2018.

Melting their way down runways there have been strawberry ice-cream coloured jackets from Celine, Acne Studios have offered up pistachio co-ords, Chanel have served us vanilla wafer coloured suits. There have been blueberry swirl skirts at Versace and violet cream layers of organza at Preen.

For a more affordable, yet still calorie-free ice-cream hit, try Supergas in a freezer load of pastel shades. Here this reporter has chosen a pale yellow pair that taste of lemon sorbet.

Prime Minister Theresa May has found herself at the forefront of criticism yet again. Not for her shabby directionless Brexit policy or her inability to sort out the collapsing NHS, as you would presume.

No on the contrary, she has been receiving flack for failing to properly answer a female journalist on what her ideal evening with the girls would look like. Reporter Julie Etchingham asked the question during an ITV interview.

To which, Mrs May responded: "Oh goodness me, I mean what a question and I haven't thought about it...I'm not going to have the time to have the girls around and have an evening together, I'm afraid. That's a rather difficult situation."

The internet has concluded this is yet another example of Mrs May proving she is not a human. She could at least not appear so surprised at the concept of having fun - they intoned.

A recent poll carried out by Sky News found that 67 per cent of British people think feminism has either gone too far or has gone as far as it should go. Just to remind ourselves, feminism is essentially the belief that men and women are equal and therefore should be treated as such.

This reporter suspects the 67 per cent are on the same planet as Donald Trump when it comes to grasping the concept of feminism. When the American Preseident was asked if he was a feminist by Piers Morgan in that excruciating interview earlier in the year, he replied: "I wouldn't go that far. I'm for everyone, men, women..." interestingly giving a pretty sufficient definition of what feminism is. (Not that anyone in their right mind thinks Trump is a feminist).

The only other explanation is 67 per cent of the British population hate women, including some women. With women still not being paid the same wage as a man for exactly the same job, with women still so poorly represented in Parliament and in boardrooms - one in four top jobs is held by a woman latest figures reveal. With women still being harassed, abused and raped on a daily basis, many in the "safety" of their own homes, when it comes to feminism, we have not gone too far, we have barely touched the sides.

Returning to Mrs May, and a handful of people have risen to her defence saying a male Prime Minister would never have been asked how he liked to spend time with the boys as it would be demeaning to his authoritative position.

Which begs the question, why are we asking Mrs May this when we now live in a completely gender equal society, as decreed by viewers of Sky News? Besides it is all too evident Mrs May's ideal evening off would be on her own with a copy of  Vogue, scoffing ice-cream.

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