Wow, looks like Ted actually answered a Blind Vice guess with an affirmative:
http://www.eonline.com/Gossip/Awful/Daily2006/060307b.html
Dear Ted:
I am so hoping the One b*tches-on-the-Verge Blind Vice is about
Britney Spears. Please tell me I'm right!
Kayla Smart
Kansas
Dear Right On:
As you are, my sweet, 'tis Ms. S.
(Guess those tear ducts really
can do their job sometimes, certainly seemed to get
K-Fed in order for N'Awlins!)
and the blind vice:
http://www.eonline.com/Gossip/Awful/Blind/blind.060224.html
One b*tches-on-the-Verge Blind Vice
I swear, suits and serious folks can be the biggest babies in this town. Originally, I was going to tell you about certain boardroom types who are having public hissy fits about this whole
Clay Aiken threatened class(
less) action suit.
But I'm so bored with Clay-mate talk that if I have to write about it for another second I'm gonna roll over and let
Simon Cowell have his whippin' way with me.
Boooring. Just the same, as long as we're on this quasi-S&M trip, we may as well delve into a scandal even
more ghoulishly girly than a sexually ambiguous pop star.
(Besides, I'm too upset about the cancellation of
Love Monkey to talk music right now. And no, I am
not kidding.)
Okay, get out the Kleenex. Because whatever you may have done on Valentine's Day, I'm sure you had a peachier time than
Ivana Belch.
Picture it. One of WeHo's snazziest boutiques. I.B. saunters in looking bloated, like she'd spent the morning crying into her feather bed alone instead of banging pillows against the walls in the throws of passion. A shame, yes, given that I.B. is
certainly attached to a dude. But it gets worse.
"Suddenly, she burst out crying, sobbing really, and went into the dressing room," whispers my stunned shopping source. "It was so sad. You wanted to hug her."
Now, you might say to yourself, 'What's the big deal, Ted? So a girl cries in her dressing room, so what? I mean,
Kirstie Alley made a comeback out of that."
And I, of course, would respond by reminding you of certain glaring, unspeakable circumstances.
Ivy is a
mega star. She is not Kirstie-size in terms of fame
or physique. Plus, need I remind you again? It was
Valentine's, and though I don't know Ivana all that well, she sure seems like a gal who would want her man to douse her in chocolate body syrup. Or, you know, just get her some roses.
But the bottom line is pretty simple. If you ask
moi, dressing rooms are as sacred as bedrooms. And I'm sure I.B. would agree--well, actually, maybe not. I mean, if that were the case, she'd prolly have a nicer wardrobe.