No other way to say it:
This was complete and utter bullshit.
Actually that is being very unfair to male bovines. Their feces has benefit and purpose. The final episode of RuPaul’s Drag Race-Season 4 did not.
The Queen cannot bear–nor has a wish–to give this a normal review. It is beneath me. It was as if Drag Race entered some dimension of Bizarro World, and everything was upside down. What used to be considered schlock and poor television, banal writing and weak re-hashes of past material, suddenly became de rigueur.
When the Queen was in the upper stages of his matriculation–especially in High School and college–I got very similar feedback for much of my writing. I was given relatively high marks for my ability to construct a literary piece. My use of language and ability to create compelling, evocative work got me through many a stretch. At the same time I was often penalized for a very specific M.O.–of which I now charge the writers and producers of this show. And, as Executive Producer, especially RuPaul himself.
My assignments would start out gangbusters: I’d give eloquent and concise introductions in essays and articles; and weave compelling characters and settings into the opening plots of stories. I’d do my best to pull my readers in with the promise of a well-woven composition or tale. And then, halfway through the story I’d lose interest, speed rapidly through a conclusion to what could only be called a collegiate version of “The End.” This is exactly what the Supermodel of the World left us with after such a promising start.
So the only way the Queen sees fit to review this episode is as a high school writing assignment.
The Queen is getting swamped at work. Obviously these people don’t watch Drag Race.
To be continued…just like the damn episode