While the Leveson Inquiry has put the mining of information about the private lives of celebrities in the dock, some journalists are now looking much closer to home for their material.
Writer Rachel Cusk has recently laid bare the grisly details of her divorce in two books and a Guardian Magazine feature, sparking a debate about the wisdom of ‘confessional journalism’.
She’s certainly not the only one prepared to lay bare her life to readers.
I have clear-cut views on the subject. Nothing would possess me to spill the beans on my mother’s secret 20-year affair with a troupe of clowns, my husband’s transvestite leanings or my occasional business deals with Iranian nuclear scientists just to fill up a column.