Thanks to her columns, we know she didn't have sex until her thirties, and finds it "quite tiring and repetitive".
We know the grisly details of her four-year marriage to writer Nirpal Singh Dhaliwal, a "fat, self-obsessed bastard" 14 years her junior, guilty of infidelity, poor personal hygiene, unbridled spending of Jones's cash and a callous disregard for her beloved cats.
From there, she went to Company magazine, where she eventually became a staff writer.
For 10 years, she was a fashion journalist at The Sunday Times.
It's possible that Jones's quest for attention at any cost came of being the youngest of seven children.
Despite a sometime reluctance to reveal her real age, it's now known that she was born in Essex in September 1958, to an army father and ex-ballerina mother who already had three sons and three daughters. "I was six when I first realised how hideous I looked," she once wrote.
And then, in 1999, she was appointed editor of Marie Claire UK.
Jones, who normally pays for her healthcare – "a private GP, gynaecologist, two therapists and a dentist who charges £900 for a root-canal filling" – compared this with the physical abuse of patients at a care home revealed in Panorama.
(There are notable exceptions: in the 1990s, William Leith wrote a scabrously self-analytical column for The Independent on Sunday; John Diamond narrated his own slow death from throat cancer in The Times; Tim Dowling's family members are the co-stars of his Saturday Guardian column.)What sets Jones apart from other female columnists, however, is her merciless introspection.
She doesn't write about her broken dishwasher, or her precarious work-life balance.
And then there was that trip to Africa: that a fashion journalist, let alone Jones, should be sent to cover the famine in the Horn of Africa was enough to generate a popular satirical Twitter feed, @Liz Jones Somalia (sample: "Being here I finally understand the meaning of hunger. I'm literally starving to death"), and an angry article in The Guardian.
"Isn't it grotesque," asked Ros Coward, "to send someone who represents the worst excesses of the fashion industry's obsession with dieting and appearance into situations where people are struggling to survive?
Margaret Holder has been writing about the Royal Family in newspapers and magazines for thirty years.