At a time when society is riven by differences - black versus white, left against right, one religion opposed to another - it is good to know that so many of us can come together in a common feeling of loathing towards that ridiculously posh woman on The Apprentice.
Memorably described this week by the great Charlie Brooker as "the old Spitting Image puppet of the Queen, wearing a blonde wig and glowing pale-blue contact lenses", posh woman Katie has managed to create a nation that is united like never before, even if it is only in a singular distaste of her malevolent ways.
Spitting bile at the only Northerner in the show and incubating a nauseating romance with an ex-Army wimp who, ludicrously, was even more pompous than her, Katie has in a matter of weeks manage to build up a widespread public opprobrium that mere dilettantes like Kilroy and Vanessa Feltz have taken years to inspire.
You can't go anywhere now without people saying how much they hate her.
I suspect that if you drop into any convent in the land this week, the nuns would be taking time out from good works and charitable deeds to say what a cow she is. Penguins on the Falkland Islands tut at the mere mention of her name.
In the back of my mind, I worry that it could all get a bit unfair. TV series like The Apprentice are renowned for making people more horrible than they really are and I get uneasy when a bandwagon starts up to paint someone as a national villain.
I was pretty pleased when people began to turn against the idiots in the Big Brother house earlier this year, but the whole thing gathered such momentum that by the end of it, the bullies were themselves being picked on by a relentless tabloid press and you almost felt sorry for them.
The last thing we need is for Katie to come out and be so relentlessly barracked that she either (a) ends up being a victim or (b) parlays her pantomime spite into a half-witted media career.
Assuming that she really is as awful as she seems - and it's hard to imagine what could make someone come out with such barbs unless possessed by the very soul of Maggie Thatcher - Katie is a singular reminder that all the money and breeding in the world can't stop some people turning into congenital halfwits.
But where she seemingly disliked someone purely for being Northern (or "norrrrrrrrrrrrthern" as she pronounced it), it's worth remembering that Katie is not dislikeable because she's posh.
She's dislikeable and posh.