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.