After a week of shocking, mayhem-inducing revelations, that last one was supposed to be the last one. But here she is again, our Blind Item girl, standing proud in her bouffant and boots. God, we love her. So sweet. We're starting to think that we do this just to see her sylphy form, to free her from the limbo where she cools her heels between calls. But no, our motivations are more pure—to bring you news. Or, rather, our Reader of Last Week brings you news. In his slightly reworded words (revealed here as an object lesson to all, because sharing is beautiful):

Dear Guttersniper,

I hope that you and your readers have enjoyed the blind items. At the risk of numbing everyone, here's one last anecdote. It may not be prurient, but it does say a lot about ------- .

Which special dinosaur screamed bloody murder at being forced to collaborate with a mere mortal on a name-brand project, and made sure that his wounded sensibilities were matters of public record? Behind the scenes, his relationship with the lesser light was notably warm and friendly, and every scheme suggested was vetted and approved by the architect. Still, his staff recognized the mere mortal's subservient role: they referred to him as "Mademoiselle."

I don't really want to know who you are, Guttersniper, but I do hope that we'll cross paths, someday.

Cheers,
[REDACTED]

Now excuse us while we escort elle meme back to her cache.

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