Since our digital Pandora's Box has democratised comment by empowering an occasionally ugly free-for-all, the opinions of the masses don't count as much because they lack brainy ballast, according to some. This is particularly so when it comes to what does and doesn't cause offence.
Marnie's behaviour was a clear attempt to embarrass, humiliate and intimidate Saira, and smacked of her attempting to show Saira she was not part of her cool little gang. Given it also took place after the pair had a confrontation, it's also hard to interpret Marnie's actions in any other way than as aggressive. To me, if you are using your sexuality in an confrontational or unsolicited way, that boils down to sexual harassment.
Christopher Biggins, already the favourite to win this year's Celebrity Big Brother is best known as a media personality and pantomime favourite. But ...
Boredom set in and i'd had enough of being told when to clap and when to shout. Having realised we are not actually 'Lucky' ticket holders but un-paid background artists, the evening was soured.
Winning CBB for me was a fantastic experience, and if I could only give one piece of advice to any of the housemates it would be simply this, relax - don't forget to be nice and enjoy every single moment of it!
I'm not suggesting I want to see the celebrities sitting cross-legged in the living room singing 'Kumbaya' together (unless, of course, it's a part of some class of fabulous task). Arguments are as valid and necessary a part of the 'Big Brother' experience as anything else. But there has to be more than that to make it enjoyable.
If ever there was a story of a woman walking eyes wide open into car crash territory, then over the past week we have been watching it as Sally Bercow's marriage to John Bercow breaks down in public.
Look, as much as it distresses me to draw any kind of attention to Katie Hopkins, and her ongoing quest to lodge herself at the forefront of our consciousness, I'm beginning to notice an alarmingly increasing number of people on my Twitter feed, who should really know better, singing her praises, or hailing her as some class of camp icon.
I don't know about you but I would have paid Pricey's check (if the real Pricey would have shown up) for Channel 5 myself just to see her deal with the drama that ensued early on. Who cares whether the house calmed down after she arrived? We weren't watching for that.
Whatever the reason, the final was the biggest let down in TV history, as the show truly belonged Katie Hopkins and her dashing Prince, Calum Best. But hey, it can't be changed. Katie Price is officially the winner of CBB Series 15! Therefore, we'll just have to remember the sensational action packed weeks that led up to what would be now forever known as The Worst TV Final Ever.
After what seems like a thousand years, Celebrity Big Brother finally came to a close. Against the odds, Katie Price won. Katie Hopkins pretended not to mind, and mentally re-wrote the headline of her Sun column, as "How I came second" doesn't have quite the same ring to it as "I won but I still hate all of you."
Perez Hilton became a show within a show that threatened on more than one occasion of engulfing Celebrity Big Brother and despite the boos that greeted his every mention, there would not have been a programme worth watching without him.
It is often thought that absence makes the heart grow fonder and it looks like there may have been a part of Katie Hopkins that was delighted that her sparring partner had returned to the house to wreak more havoc in only the way that Perez Hilton can.
The two Katies are feuding on Celebrity Big Brother re the costs incurred by the local authority of transporting Harvey to school. Katie H. thinks Katie P. should foot the bill herself. Katie P. responded that said bill would be "up to a grand a day."
I can't help but think that it must be hard for The Sun's readers to absorb credible stories about women, since the first image they are met with is boobs.
If you strip CBB down to its basic format, it becomes quite depressing. The housemates are for the majority a product of the world we live in, in which any old Tom, Dick or Cami can have a camera pointed at them and be led to believe they are famous.