When I’m volunteering at local area summer camps, children often come up and ask me to tell them stories about the old days. “Did Katie Price used to be hot?” they have been known to ask. “Yes,” I explain as I place the key into great book and turn it’s dusty pages, “This is her in 2002. From our last lesson, you might also remember that breath strips and the virtual keyboard were invented in that same year.” What can I say? I’m a teacher first, but now, my soul is troubled. What will I tell the children about these pictures of Katie Price out partying in London a couple nights ago and showing off her sliced up tits? How will they deal with their pain and disappointment? Who will speak for them? Curse you, Katie Price!