I think talk of our obsession with celebrity is overstated. Sure, it seems that the celebs on Big Brother are talentless, vapid, naval-gazing, whining, self-absorbed, passive-aggressive, vulgar, inane, pampered, vain, ridiculous old bores but....oh dear, I've forgotten my point.
Well, the point was that we've always had celebrities (Nell Gwynn, Beau Brummell, Molly Malone, Greyfriars Bobby, Lady Hamilton, Dick Turpin) and sometimes they were merely famous (or well-known) for very minor achievements (selling oranges, dressing in a camp fashion and bitching about people, selling oysters, being a dog, being someone's bit on the side, being a criminal)....yet people have always been fascinated by them and tittilated by their exploits. And they've always sold newspapers - or pamphlets in the old days.
It's the same the world over. In Spain, they still go mad for bullfighters. But flick through the channels and it's the same mix of giggling blonde bimbos and wrinkly comedians as over here. Probably, among some of the remotest, least civilised tribes on the planet, they will make a celebrity out of the one with the biggest breasts.
I think it's just human nature.