It’s lunchtime on a Friday. We’ve had a four-day week, I’ve just got back from holiday and it’s my birthday this weekend. I should be in a brilliant mood. And yet I’ve already been driven to rage twice today.

Why? The internet! More specifically: people on the internet having opinions on women’s bodies.

The first rage hit came courtesy of a Guardian headline: “Nicola Coughlan is a little bit fat and a lot hot. Like her, I dream of the day when we’re not talking about this”.

I kind of get the point. But I’m afraid that saying you wish we weren’t talking about something – in this case, Coughlan’s body and sexiness – is cancelled out by, er, talking about it. Just don’t mention it at all.

In her recent Stylist cover interview, as she took the lead in season three of Bridgerton, Coughlan herself told us: “There is so much discourse online about how I look, and I don’t think I could ever express how hard that is. It’s insulting because I worked hard on this show; a year of fittings and dance lessons and shooting, I barely saw my family, I gave it my absolute all. And then I start doing press and all people want to talk about is my body? It’s so fucking disappointing and reductive.”

So why can’t we all just respect that and stop going on about it? Who wants to disappoint Nicola Coughlan? Not me! And neither should you.

“Nothing ever really changes – will the body shaming of women ever end?”