If you held up a mirror to contemporary british culture you might possibly see the face of Katie Price looking back at you with £ signs shining in her eyes. This is a woman who has embraced the superficiality of Britain for her own benefit, and you might say good for her! What with her own mansion, an entourage catering to every need and adulation from the public, surely she is living the dream?

But now, her oh so inevitably public split with husband Peter Andre has been keeping British red-tops busy for the last couple of months. It is this media frenzy that raises a few nasty questions about what ‘celebrity’ means in today’s world.

I would like to think that celebrity means to celebrate someone who deserves to be celebrated. But nowadays it has evolved into a celebration of the dumb, mundane and notorious. When it comes to Jordan/Katie Price, you have to ask what makes her such an object of admiration in the eyes of young girls. Instead of respecting her for her work, I would hazard a guess that she is the object of many people’s fascination, purely and simply, for being famous for nothing. I am not in the habit of dissecting another person’s looks but it seems as if she has become almost inhuman with her overdone botox and various ‘enhancing’ procedures on her face.

Her appearance on the above Loose Women only serves as further proof that she has lost her own humanity to the fame game. Just weeks after her break-up from her husband, she is lying through her crowned teeth about being in a “happy place” at the moment. But the real worry is that it appears she has lost the ability to FEEL. After selling out her private life in numerous OK! magazine interviews, more reality TV shows than I care to mention and incessant exposure in the tabloids, it seems that the age-old phrase “putting on a brave face” is impossible for her, precisely because there is no longer any difference between her private life and her public life.

The relentless media exposure that followed Katie and Peter Andre’s split makes even more clear the fake life she has constructed for herself. Her life is built on a wave of false reality and fakeness that there is now no shame in using your relationship to sell a book, wait for it, that you haven’t actually written (and presumably, not even bothered to read yourself). And yet, the media success of Jordan/Katie Price says a lot more about our society than the actual person herself. You might believe that she has orchestarted this career for herself, but something tells me she is in the very able hands of a publicist team that knows what sells in today’s Britain.

When was the last time you saw a celebrity on a show like Loose Women that actually had cause to be celebrated? Chat shows like these almost resemble a sycophantic Jacobean court, as if it is there purely to flatter those who really shouldn’t be flattered.

But you can always count on Carol McGiffin to ruffle a few feathers. During the interview she asked Jordan “What do you think your children are going to think [...] in the future… Do you not regret this total invasion of privacy?” True to form, Jordan ignored the implication that her career is a destructive rather than a positive force when it comes to her family life. In fact, within seconds she was talking about her NEXT autobiography, signalling her willingless to serve up onto a place every waking moment of her life to the public.

This article is not meant to be an attack on the individual, but it seems so awful that someone who can’t even write her own book or become famous on her own natural merits (she is virtually unrecognisable from photos taken when she was starting out in the industry) is in the public eye, and so acts as a role model for young girls. I am sure many people will argue that she is very strong to talk to the world about painful experiences such as her break-up and her recent miscarriage, but if anything I fear it reveals a life where private moments are not be cherished, but to marketed to the public in order to satiate a materialistic life.

Katie tells the audience “I am not going to let the media destroy me”. If anything, her transition from Jordan, a young party-girl who made her name by her wild antics and larger-than-life breasts, to Katie Price, a married mother who instead makes her name on her ‘private’ life, I fear that the opposite might turn out to be true.

You could almost see it coming; her marriage was borne from a reality TV show, I’m a Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here, and it is the same intense sacrificing of her personal life to the media that might soon turn out to be her worst enemy.