WOMEN are each other’s human wonder bras – uplifting, supportive and making each other look bigger and better.

When females get together we tend to strip off to our emotional underwear – and it’s a psychological strip tease which reveals all.

During these heart-to-hearts we laugh until we our lips fall off. If a girlfriend has a bad boss we’ll dismiss him as being just like a worm, only taller. When teenagers go feral, we pour chardonnay.

If a wife’s been abandoned by a callous hubby we’ll chant hyperbolic mantras along the lines of “All Blokes Are Ratbags And Evermore Shall Be So ….Unless They Are George Clooney Who Is Crumpet.”

If I didn’t have the cathartic camaraderie afforded by female friendship, I’d no doubt be sobbing in the corner, braiding my hair while hatching abandoned birds in my bra. But women embracing each other is not enough; the whole world needs to embrace equity.

Women are sick of being runners-up in the human race.

A hundred years since Emily Pankhurst tied herself to the railings and we still don’t have equal pay, plus we’re getting concussion hitting our heads on the glass ceiling; and we’re expected to clean it while we’re up there. Any woman who calls herself a ‘post-feminist’ has kept her wonder bra and burnt her brains.

And it’s not as though we feminists are asking for much. Equal pay, obviously. Plus it would also be good if you fellas worked out that ‘mutual orgasm’ is not an insurance company.

And we’d also like it if you blokes helped a little more around the house. It would also be appreciated if you fellas did the odd sensitive thing with mange tout in the kitchen.

Believe me, the way to a woman’s heart is through her stomach – that is not aiming too high!

What does a woman want in bed?… Breakfast!

So, in short, my hope for women this year is that we finally achieve equality, starting with an equal slice of the financial pie.

But I just don’t think this wrong will ever be righted until you blokes join us at the barricades.

So, my plea on International Women’s Day, is that you boys show up and shout loudly along with us for women’s rights.

Kathy Lette is a writer, broadcaster and columnist who lives near Regent’s Park