Katie Price's philosophy is one of extraordinary confidence. She is remarkable not for her looks or antics but because of her tremendous self-assurance and her unwillingness to be intimidated by criticism or failure. She's always beginning a new endeavour, whether it's publishing a novel or auditioning for the Eurovision song contest. Her daring has ultimately paid off again and again. She has built a 45 million pound business empire and worldwide brand.
Katie's examining her own soul now. And don't make fun. She has a soul. She's a real person, a fragile human being for whom all of the "Loose Women" matriarchs feel a real and acute sense of protectiveness.
Katie Price has been let down by Loose Women and the viewers who complained about her. I hope that ITV and Ofcom recognise the double standard inherent in the complaints and dismiss them, showing this up for what it is: slut-shaming snobbery.
As somebody like Katie Price being in the public eye and especially as a parent of a child with disabilities, I can't imagine the effect it's having on her emotionally and of course the family too. No parent wants to see their child being publicly harassed and abused. It must be uncomfortable to witness. It's absolutely unnecessary and understandably incredibly hurtful. Some say she's using this to gain media attention which I'm sure is ridiculously untrue. I'm sure Katie wouldn't use her child to gain media attention let alone want any of this abuse to carry on.
We live in a world where 'abortion' is a word that's still whispered, and Katie deserves nothing but praise for telling the nation what many of us wouldn't say to our own friends.
Ant and Dec may have been the big winners on the night - after gathering their 15th gong at the National TV Awards. *Shock* But if you ask me, aside from the loveable Geordie duo, the real winners were some of the extraordinary women who lit up the red carpet on telly's most fabulous night.
Let's be entirely honest here, it was less the brain tumour itself and more the steroid medication the docs whacked me on to the moment I was diagnosed that caused the dramatic change from barely-there boobs to a full on Katie Price frontage.
In the last decade, she has reinvented herself from a spoilt, tantrum-reputed diva, to a mature, socially-engaged woman of the world, trying to do brilliant things, to encourage people powered change.
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."
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 looked at the Page 3 girls and hoped I'd look like Linda Lusardi when I was older. I blushed when various family members and friends would comment on my body - no part of it was left unscrutinised by the people that surrounded me, male and female. I'd say that started around the age of eight.
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.
Instead of lashing out at Zoella and criticising her methods of achieving the success that most of us will never taste, why don't we learn from it? The days are gone where we use a typewriter to agonisingly piece together a novel pitch; it's all about social media now. Zoella was one step ahead and it just happened to work out for her.
Ladies, next time you find another "Celebrity Mum Cellulite Shocker" hitting the headlines, thank your lucky stars that you and your post baby self are free from the prying eyes of the world at large.