One wonders how relations are between long time gal-pals Madonna and Stella McCartney since the former chose the occasion of the Met ball to tell waiting reporters she felt "a little fat".
How must Stella have felt about the comment, given that the singing superstar was wearing a skin-tight, teal-blue McCartney-designed dress adorned with stars along its extravagant train.
Never mind that there wasn't a spare pick of skin visible under the body-contouring silk (unforgiving, for everyone but the strictest macrobiotic, Tracey Anderson followers). Madonna's exacting standard of perfection had not been met. Oh dear.
One wonders if terror fell at that moment among Camp Ciccone. The Queen of Pop had been sent out on to the red carpet feeling less than impeccable and surely someone would be to blame?
Was it an acid comment about the dress? Or a jibe at the efforts of whoever co-ordinates her punishing fitness routine? Since she fired her celebrity trainer last year, Anderson, at least, must be thanking her lucky stars that she can't be held responsible.
Ever inscrutable, Madonna coolly offered her public indictment without fingering a culprit.
How could this have been allowed to happen? Will there be a full investigation among the household staff? Perhaps the chef hasn't been keeping a careful enough eye on portion sizes of late. Those who saw the pictures of Madonna on the red carpet might be forgiven for jumping to the conclusion that this was a clear-cut case of body dysmorphia.
That maybe so, but it is beside the point. When one is Queen, it is one's royal prerogative to make heads roll.
Sunday Indo Living