Women are all over the place these days. You can’t get away from them — not that you’d want to, of course. They are undoubtedly the collective celebrity of the 21st century. Why so?

We have a new, magnificent shopping mall and chill-out zone in our town. It’s big, it’s spectacular, it’s state of the art. Just the place for hanging out and nosing around the stores then.

Er … it depends what gender you are. Apart from the cafes and restaurants, almost every unit is devoted to women’s fashion. You won’t see a man’s suit or a deerstalker hat anywhere.

Even worse, almost every women’s shop is devoted to extremely cheap clothing. Dresses for £7 ($14), tops for a fiver, bottoms (if there are such things) for virtually zilch.

What’s going on I asked a knowledgeable onlooker? It seems they specialize in “disposable fashion” — the new black. All fashion is by definition disposable, or it wouldn’t be fashionable. But this stuff is used for a few days then binned and, at that price, replacements are very affordable.

Weird, or what?

While I was mulling over the fact that our new, very expensive shopping mall is devoted entirely to disposable women’s clothes, I came across a piece by Daily Mail journalist Peter McKay in yesterday’s paper. He too is obviously feeling the pincer attack of the women’s movement :

“… most of the popular culture which makes us feel ill seems either to be made by women or for them, from ‘celebrity’ trash magazines to exploitation TV productions such as Big Brother and the Jeremy Kyle Show. And, of course, stick-thin models.”

Phew! Peter had better watch out for the monstrous army of … celebrities.