All over the place today. Like probably all of you Miss Things.
But there were a couple of things on the Queen’s mind that need musing on.
Project Runway All Stars: Gretchen can now leave the Witness Protection Program
So, instead of a Fierce Black Queen, we have a Fierce Latino Queen winning Project Runway All Stars. This FBQ can definitely live with that.
Tom and Lorenzo pretty much said it all.
Mondo had all but lost me with the whiny stuff, but this episode reminded me of why I fell in love with him as a person. Of the three collections, his would be the one I was most interested in if I were a woman. And young. And skinny.
On some level I can see why producers are wary of all stars shows like this. Since most of the returning contestants are a little more media savvy, there is huge chance of them watching what they say and not providing enough drama. Kenley is the perfect example of that. But before they decide that every show needs to be 90% dysfunctional behavior, why not go back to the original concept: spend more time in the workroom deconstructing the creative process. That’s one of the things I appreciate about Work of Art: you can still have quirky people and drama–just let us see the PROCESS of artistic creation.
I definitely was underwhelmed by the show–and frankly by most of the designer’s work. But even if I wasn’t jumping up and down for Mondo’s retribution, the Queen definitely thinks he deserved the win. And most importantly, we PR fans can lay off Gretchen and MOVE ON.
Gretchen, if you’re reading this: you can now sell all of the Granny Panties you want in peace.
Who’s auditioning for Season 10? Make sure to take your Bronzer along, and remember: No matter how many years of sewing you have under your belt, tell them you’ve only been doing it for Four Months.
Now that PR is over with until the summer, the Queen is looking for a new guilty pleasure for that time slot. Has anyone checked out ABC’s Missing? I’ve usually found Ashley Judd to be a thoughtful and interesting actor to watch. It’s got an Alias feel to it. And since I very much heart that show, I would want to check it out. Even though the Queen would like to think of himself as someone who prefers to find non-violent solutions to problems, I will admit that watching a woman kick serious ass is pretty damned exhilarating.
Good? Bad? Would the show be better if Ashley were kicking the ass of her real life mother and sister? Discuss.
And Finally…Trayvon Martin
I could go on about this. And maybe one day I will. I said I wanted this blog to express a middle-aged gay black man’s point of view. Trying to healthily and successfully communicate what being a black male in this country means and entails–for myself and others–has been my lifelong mission. But ultimately, in the end this was simply about a teenager with the chance at a whole, wonderful life ahead of him. As his mother, Sabrina Fulton said: “Our son is your son…”. If nothing else, don’t we owe him the respect of finding out why it was cut short?
And still, with tears splashing my keyboard for Trayvon and his family, I stubbornly hold onto the vision that Coalhouse Walker from the musical Ragtime has for his son: