Scarlett Moffatt (or Scarlett Sigourney Moffatt to give her full name) is a perfect example of the ongoing problem the entertainment world faces with regards to reality television stars. Reality TV shows, for the most part, have encouraged and enticed all the wrong people; bland, talentless, fame whores. Instead of attracting people with skill or proficiency in a particular artistic medium, reality television has coaxed in and is subsequently littered with overly-eager yet under-deserving twats. Scarlett’s middle name may be shared with an actual celebrity but she does not share any of her talent. This Sigourney is far from being worthy of stardom.

All the way from the early tens or teenies or whatever you call this pissing decade, Scarlett Moffatt has been leapfrogging between various entertainment jobs; from being a cast member on MTV‘s Beauty School Cop Outs in 2013 to commentating on other TV shows from the comfort of her family’s sofa in Channel 4’s inexplicable hit TV show Gogglebox between 2014 and 2016. And directly because of the success of Gogglebox, Scarlett was then considered an actual “celebrity” by being a contestant (and eventual winner) on ITV’s I’m A Celebrity… Get Me Out Of Here! She has also been a team captain on E4’s Virtually Famous, a co-presenter on ITV’s mediocre weekend staple Ant & Dec’s Saturday Night Takeaway, a guest presenter of the appalling and unwatchable Host The Week, and the presenter of Streetmate, another unneeded reboot of a 90s show courtesy of the ever-increasingly lame Channel 4.

If you watch Saturday Night Takeaway you can plainly see that Scarlett Moffatt is terrible at presenting and yet she is allowed to prat about backstage imitating a frigging presenter. Her stint on Host The Week was embarrassingly amateur, in fact “embarrassing” and “amateur” don’t even do justice to her cringeworthy attempt at presenting an unscripted comedy show (thankfully that shite was cancelled after just one episode).

While I’m outlining her crappy career, I’ll also mention her 2016 weight-loss DVD Scarlett’s SuperSlim Me Plan and her semi-autobiographical book Scarlett Says. She has since hammered out another “book” and this one’s titled Me Life Story: The Funniest Book Of The Year! The book cover sports the corny-as-fuck tagline “Sofa, So Good” and it’s available to pre-order if you’re an imbecile who likes to read trash. If you’re running out of Katie Price and Charlotte Crosby books, this ones’s for you.

Looking like an electrocuted Furby caked in fake tan, Scarlett Moffatt neither looks or acts like someone who should appear on television and yet because of the warped and worn-out concept of Reality TV, she has been on our sets for four frigging years (it feels more like fourteen). Moffatt is a person who craves fame and yet she shows no ability in any artistic field to be worthy of such attention, and sadly, that seems to be a trait of all reality stars.

Scarlett appeared on a hit TV show so she was then allowed to present another, and then another, and then another. Suddenly she’s writing books, signing autographs, appearing on red carpets, gaining and losing weight, selling weight-loss DVDs, all because she sat on her mum and dad’s sofa and talked shite about that week’s telly, a TV career trajectory that makes perfect sense… not. Wow, what the notion of a celebrity has devolved into.

No Fatt.