The Man With Secrets said (in a comment on No Comment - A Tale of Two Bloggers)
"Don't you just love the way that a post - nay, a blog - that targets blog cliquiness has managed to build its own clique of resolutely non-cliquey folk, busily deriding every perceived clique, other than, er, that is, their own. Ironic. Just an observation. As our gorgeous hostess would say, needed saying, I think."
This is a blog that targets anything that stimulates me sufficiently to type about it. I am very liberal with my venom. It is not a limited resource. I wouldn't define the Boudoir as a blog that targets blog cliquiness, rather that this is a blog that targets certain cliquey behaviour from time to time. And, ultimately, of course, some cliques generate far more to point and laugh at than others.
I have yet to spot the Boudoir clique. Maybe it's so cliquey I'm not even in it. There are those that comment fairly regularly, but they tend to comment elsewhere as well. So far, to the best of my knowledge, there have been no Boudoir based posts about how we all want to live together in a meringue castle, with marshmallow clouds, and have fabulous sex with each other, in between writing our literary masterpieces. I'm checking the archives, but I haven't spotted a single reference to the Boudoir elite being an "inner circle" that none shall penetrate. Which is a shame, as I could do with a laugh. I shall ask the gimp to keep his eyes peeled, though, in case the clique are hiding under my bed, designing hilarious t-shirt slogans ("Boudoir Bitches!") or something.
When I do spot any derision-worthy behaviour you can rest assured I will be eagerly composing something barbed and fabulous, regardless of where it occurs.