Drag Queens Never Die

Well, after the last couple of rather emotionally heavy blogs, it's certainly time for one that's a little more lighthearted, isn't it? I've been meaning to write about this for awhile but simply didn't have the right photos to accompany it. And, really, it's all about the photos. It really would make no sense without them. Not that I'm claiming this will make sense with them, but you get the picture. hahahahaha "get the picture"!! Oh, gosh, I just slay me!

So, here's where our story starts...once upon a time there was a girl addicted to reality shows. OK, not ALL reality shows but quite a few. She will admit to the fact that it all started with the first season of The Real World back in 1992. For a girl that couldn't get enough of psychology and sociology classes in college, this show was a dream come true. A grand social experiment played out on Wednesday night at 9! Hurray! Unfortunately, after the second season it all kind of fell to crap.

But then, as if Heaven had heard her prayers, Survivor appeared! This was even better! More people! A scheming game mentality! No food, no lights, no motor cars, not a single luxury! Like Robinson Crusoe, it's primitive as can be!

**Side note - if you didn't get that reference, then you clearly did not grow up in a time when 60's reruns were all you had to watch after school each day.

As I was saying, Survivor burst on the scene and she entered nirvana. With it's success, though, a multitude of other reality shows hit the scene, most of which, she could entirely do without. But, then it happened. She found herself unwittingly being consumed by shows she never thought she would be watching...America's Next Top Model, Design Star, Top Design, Biggest Loser, Amazing Race, Project Runway, Tabatha's Salon Takeover, Shear Genius...the list goes on.

As painful as it is to admit, I confess that I am said girl. Yes, I could watch marathons of any one of the above mentioned shows and be a happy camper. The icing on my cake is still Survivor, though. I'm rather rabid about watching that on Thursday nights. I have to admit that I only watched the first half of the season premier last night, though. I can watch the other half on On Demand today and I really didn't want to miss Jim finally proposing to Pam on The Office, which I was sure was going to happen (and it did) and it was well worth it.

Anyway, what does this all have to do with drag queens, you ask? It is part of the title after all and all I've done is rattle on about reality TV. Well, several weeks ago on Project Runway they did a challenge where they had to design for various drag queens. It was one of my favorite episodes because, and here's another tidbit of my warped psyche, I'd love to be a drag queen. Oh, to be a man and 6 feet tall and dressing like a woman! Have you ever seen Connie and Carla? Not that great of a movie but LOVE it! The hair, the makeup, the outfits, the SHOES! I recommend the movie Kinky Boots, too, by the by. It's based on a true story and, if you love shoes and drag queens, it's a must see. I digress...

So, Project Runway...drag queens...fabulous outfits... So the guest judge for the episode is Rupaul. I love her. Beautiful. Spicy attitude. Amazing body. Great voice. I was excited to see the diva at the end of the show. But then they showed her. My God in Heaven! WHAT has happened to her? I mean, it's been awhile since I've seen her, but wow! She's certainly looked better. The disturbing thing, though, is that the first thing I thought of when I saw here was the morlocks from the movie Time Machine. Gads! Judge for yourself!

I mean, REALLY! The hair is rather similar, the sunken cheeks, the mouth. My God, they're even wearing the same necklace!!!! I still love her, though. Even though she's a morlock wearing makeup. And, now I know that drag queens never die. They just become morlocks.