That’s what you get in this week’s column [CLICK HERE], which I managed to compile before taking the vacation that has some of you so understandably distraught. Well, you can console yourselves with my tasty pile of tawdry anonymous tidbits–though that’s only at the end of the opus. As with sex, you don’t just give that kind of thing away right off the bat–you flirt and bat your fake lashes first to get your partner all wet and bothered.
So before the slew of unspeakable blindies, you’ll have to endure the prolonged foreplay of named items about Isabel Toledo, Betsey Johnson, and the gay mayor of Providence, Rhode Island. Then strap one on and prepare for a brief but memorable burst of blind passion. Ouch.