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:
Archive for August, 2012
In Honor of Courtney Stodden’s Birthday: Courtney Stodden Tweets Read by a Drag Queen!
August 29, 2012
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:
One More Time, With Squealing…
August 25, 2012
The problem with taking a break from moonlighting as a highly adored, internationally famous blogger is that you constantly have a gaggle of screaming fans begging you to go back to blogging. “Oh, how we miss you! Oh, how we need you!” their gaping maws craw like sickly orphans starved of camp, wit, and the “occasional” Showgirls reference.
Naturally, I’m may be exaggerating a tad seeing as:
- By gaggle of screaming fans, I mean two friends.
- By internationally famous, I mean One of them is from England.
- By highly adored, I mean sometimes my mother reads this, too.
Anyways, it’s become rather clear that my public (two friends and a mother…on occasion) needs me, and who am I to refuse? So, like the above photo of Joan Crawford returning to MGM Studios to film Torch Song, I too shall come back to the old fold. (This is nothing like that whatsoever, but let’s pretend.) Or, to mix iconic-camp-moment metaphors: