Oh man. Just a bunch of dapper-dressed gents, dancing and lip syncing to their favorite doo wop tunes, and best of all? NO GIRLS ALLOWED! We should all be so lucky to attend such a super cool sausage fest. TGIF, y’all!
With Christmas a mere twelve days away, now’s the right and proper time to check in and see what Drew Droege’s utterly brilliant, barbe-quoi-lovin’ faux Chloë Sevigny (Flauxë Sevigny?), is getting for the twelve days of Christmas, so let’s go see what Chloe’s true love got her, shall we?
Look, I’m as confused as you probably are about what this is. I mean, it’s definitely weird, but also strangely compelling and kinda, possibly fabulous? I don’t really know, you guys, but I do know “The Stanley Steemer Variations” is definitely a thing we’ve experienced together. Like a group hug with theater face. Or a shared trauma with lots of costume changes. Again, I’m not sure. Regardless, this thing–whatever it is–has happened, and it might be happening again for some us right now, but who’s to judge? We can quit whenever we want. Stanley f*cking Steemer, indeed.
I think she doesn’t want us to f*ck it up, y’all, but I’m just spitballing here.
Also, after seeing four gag-worthy seasons of RuPaul’s Drag Race runway eleganza so succinctly cut together, am I the only one that feels like picking a favorite look is like the drag queen Sophie’s choice? For realsies, how do I decide? I love them ALL.
No, really, we can agree right now that “Plastic Bag” is totally bonkers, and so naturally also the best. Everything from the obsessive repetition of a rather ridiculous lyric to all that Dancefloor Fierceness is marvelous, but the dress is what really makes this sublime. That dress is such glorious, arts-’n-crafts hobo hotness that I simply can’t. Seriously, everybody can just shut it down with their Katy Perry covers, because this queen wins.
Sure, this first installment of The Wil Show’s Big Brother trilogy might be a little more value added if you’ve been obsessively following this latest season. Joe really does inexplicably yell in the diary room and have terrible, terrible facial hair and make up completely absurd lies. For realsies, he once claimed to have named I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter. Also: UGH, Danielle. Just UGH! That all said, even if you haven’t been keeping up with this season, we can all appreciate Wil Heuser’s impressive contributions to nightmare drag:
Seeing as it’s Courtney Stodden’s “18th” birthday today, you’d probably think the day simply can’t get any better. She’s no longer a child bride AND she’ll continue to serve 16-going-on-37 glamazon realness. See? Dreams really do come true, y’all! (Your dreams are made of the hungry scent of internet celebrity and a bathtub of fake tanner, I guess.)
Anyways, in honor of this special occasion, here are two videos of a beatnik drag queen by the name of Janvier doing interpretive readings of Ms. Stodden’s sensual tweets, which really highlight her sensual grasp of the English language: