The Queen is still on a high from our Brunch in the Rockies. Either that, or I’m getting woozy from sniffing my nephew’s Magic Markers.
Whichever it is, I had a ball with you fabulous Miss Things. And I can’t think of a better way to have celebrated my 100th Post. Now that we’re all back to the grind, let’s take a break and muse on matters which have caught my attention.
Happy Sharon Needles Day!!!
I hope you withdrew all of the funds you needed yesterday, since the banks are closed for this National Holiday. What? They’re not? Well they SHOULD be. I understand totally what she’s trying to say when she questions the slogan and movement, but she is living (or dead) proof that It CAN Get Better. Man, if growing up I had someone like her to look up to when I was getting chased up an alley by a gang of boys literally kicking my butt, maybe it wouldn’t have taken me so long to understand that it wasn’t ME. It was THEM. I bet Sharon never in her wildest dreams would have imagined it either. If there was ever any doubt that Charisma, Uniqueness, Nerve and Talent will get you somewhere, this bitch bashed it on the side of her hearse.
Condragulations Sharon. It couldn’t have happened to a nicer ghoul.
Miss Ru’s School for Girls
Well, RuPaul’s Drag U is less than a week away, and the Queen is still not quite sure how to blog about it.
Of course I’m excited about seeing all the Lady Boys past and present (except for Delta Work. She still leaves a nasty taste in my mouth). And it looks like they might have made some changes to the format which will give it more relevance to the contestants’ actual lives.
The problem is that there is no real through-line or narrative to Drag U. And the conflicts and rivalries between the professors are fake-assed and poorly scripted. What fun it would have been to see Phi Phi and Sharon carry their feud into this program! We could watch Phi Phi break down when the women that Sharon mentored won every face-off between them. Ahh, well…
However I’ll be watching. It’s gay men in makeup. What’s not to love? Will you be watching?
I’m curious. All you female Miss Things out there: would you want a drag queen giving you tips on hair, fashion and makeup?
The Sandusky Trial
I work hard to keep an open mind. I really do. I think I make a good juror. And where many others bemoan their fate when called for Jury Duty, I look forward to it with gusto. I feel that I can be fair and relatively objective and impartial when it comes to weighing guilt vs. innocence. And as Foreman, I’ve felt successful in facilitating jury room discussions that have helped others separate their personal beliefs from the facts of the case.
Except when it comes to Child Abuse.
I know the trial has just started. And when I can stomach it, I work hard to read and listen with as much impartiality as I can muster. But when I read that an 18 year boy is sobbing on the witness stand, all I can hear are his cries. All I can think about is innocence lost. No, not lost–ripped away with no mercy and pure selfish satisfaction and betrayal. I would recuse myself. Because in my mind he is not only guilty: he is a sub-human creature whose brain needs to be removed and studied for criminal abnormality.
And on a MUCH lighter note:
Since there was such a lively repartee in the Comments section around this post, I thought you’d
beat me within an inch of my life like some more. So Q-tel has introduced another collection of:
With relentless lyrics and melodies such as:
Who could forget how beautiful Cher was before the plastic surgery when she sang:
Or the Partridge Family with Danny Bonaduce before he became a Pain in the Ass singing:
Or Simon and Garfunkel–the guys who were in EVERYBODY’S head back then–singing:
All right. You know what to do. Give us the next round of songs playing in an endless loop planted in YOUR brain. The further back you can reach into your past–the better!
Hope you all are having a great Sharon Needles day!