Some suggest fame puts you above the law but in fact the reverse is increasingly true. On top of the ordeal of fighting a criminal charge, celebrities become involuntary participants in a very stressful reality show. At times it can look like the criminal justice system too is becoming a branch of showbiz.
If you have been unlucky enough to miss all the action over on Channel 5's Celebrity Big Brother recently, then you've missed some of the most bizarre behaviour ever seen from a fellow human being.
Unfortunately we are not all programmed to be gym-bunnies and live off green juice, so come the first of February the gym regulars tend to get their normal routine back, while many of us might find ourselves with a glass of wine in one hand and a slice of pizza in the other, not really understanding how it happened.
Neeson now seems to play roles that combine the everyday concerns of middle-age men (being a father and husband), a 'particular set of skills' (black-belt upf**kery), and under-the-radar sexism (women either need to be saved or simply don't feature) to box office success.
With the exception of the increasingly deranged Hilton, most of the people in the house are pretty normal, and I never thought I'd say that about Calum Best. But if the programme can't keep hold of its guests long enough to evict them, then the public doesn't get its say and that's not the premise of Big Brother.
I feel right at home alongside the coaches with my own spinning red chair. Like them, I will listen to the acts with my back turned. At the end of the blind auditions, I too, will have my very own team. Team Midas. Come on cheer us on!
Are we still in the Victorian era, when women had to pretend sex was endured as a wifely duty? It's 2015 and a woman is being ridiculed and slut-shamed for dually taking ownership of her sexuality and refusing to degrade herself by man-pleasing with a show of faux lesbianism. I think we should applaud her.
As such my only New Year's resolution is try to be nicer to people; a task that if undertaken by everyone all at once, might make this tumultuous lump of rock hurtling around an infinite, pointless expanse of space that we call home somewhat more bearable.
Another day another PR triumph for the US pop star Taylor Swift. By the simple expedient of writing a cheque for £1300 to help a fan pay off her student loans, Taylor has again secured wall-to-wall positive coverage in the US, the UK and around the world.
Hi Hollywood. It's me. I know this is a bit awkward, but I just wanted to drop you a line to remind you that women exist. Yes, I KNOW you really like Meryl Streep, but there are other ones. No, seriously. They even speak and move around and do things. Some of them even do films.
That's right; these repulsive housemates saddled with her have achieved the unthinkable: they have revealed Katie Hopkins as a likeable person. You might not agree with her views but her approach to life in the Celebrity Big Brother house has made me cast aside what I thought I knew about this person painted as the reviled most hated woman in Britain.
As your average human being that grew up in the nineties and early noughties; I like to live in a reality that involves Britney and Justin eventually stopping this masquerade of 'living separate and happy lives', and one day get back together.
These men of murder are the symptom of a creed that lies as far away from God as is possible to conceive and do not represent Islam anymore than George Bush, Tony Blair and Halliburton represented Christianity, or ordinary, secular Europeans and Americans when they profited from the bombing of innocent Iraqis.
In a world that idolises the eternally ageless - the youthful dead, if you will - we are less inclined to value the lifelines that marble the face of a woman. We tend to turn away from the woman who looks at us and says: I've completed my life. I know me.
Now one-time Corrie regular Ken Morley has been ejected for his "unacceptable and offensive language". Goodbye, Ken. It is doubtful that anyone other than your agent will mourn your departure.
The Golden Globe Awards are the cool, relaxed relative to next month's Academy Awardshere's a breakdown of the red-carpet styling with peplums, sequins, colour and Katrantzou.