Sometimes in life you end up watching shows which you have no interest in watching and know before you’ve even watched a single second that you will instantly hate it. Well recently I was subjected to RuPaul’s Drag Race, a show which takes a bunch of drag queens and makes them do all sorts of tasks and…
I fucking loved it!!! I don’t know what it is, maybe it’s the fabulous costumes, maybe it’s RuPaul being a bad ass host, maybe it’s the presentation maybe it’s the varying degrees of different men dressing up as women or maybe it’s the fact that when you stick a bunch of highly competitive drag queens in a room the bitchiness hits a whole new level of extreme, but I can’t get enough of it.
The show itself is ridiculous, it doesn’t really make sense in so many different ways, I shouldn’t like it but I really do. Things like a 90’s TV show, a Kardashian musical and doing a cheerleading thing really don’t appeal to me, yet there’s something so charming about seeing a bunch of guys dress up as women and playing those roles. I can’t quite put my finger on what makes it so enjoyable, but whenever these silly tasks come on or they lip synch for their life you can’t help but get hyped.
There will be spoilers to RuPaul’s Drag Race Season 9 after this so don’t read on if you don’t want to know what happens bitches.
I know the term roller-coaster of emotions is thrown about willy nilly nowadays, however my god did I go through a roller-coaster of emotions watching the Drag Race. First I was in team Farrah Moan because she was looking smokin hot but then it turned out she sucked so I jumped off the bandwagon. Then I was firmly on Eureka’s bandwagon, a sassy fat gal from the south what wasn’t to love, little did I know my heart was about to be broken for the first time.
You know at some point there is a good point that your favourite will have to go home, it’s par for the course, you know that eventually they may find themselves in a position where they have a poor week or they can’t quite keep up with the other competitors and its time for them to go…you never expect them to go out on a medical problem :'( When Ru called Eureka forward…man…It’s even hard writing it down…what a kick in the tightly tucked nuts. She was a star! Someone who could have went all the way with that chubby sass and she was unfairly derailed in the most dramatic way imaginable. Didn’t even get to lip synch for her life…the travesty.
Nonetheless as the next order in McDonald’s is inevitable as is my affections for drag queens, and there was only one girl that could steal my heart…Valentina…swoon… Man Valentina is a foxy ass lady, I mean I’m not gay but… Anyway, week after week Valentina knocked it out the park, that girl had fabulous CUNT, she was going all the way and I was well behind her, metaphorically speaking, and then it happened the second time my heart was broken.
Damn Ru…why you got to be so harsh!?!? So what Valentina didn’t know the lyrics for the lip synch battle, she’s a smokin hotty and that’s all that’s required! :'( But year, she fucked up and it was possibly the worst moment in my life…of watching RuPaul’s Drag Race, which granted seeing as I’ve only seen one season isn’t the longest, but still. I thought about boycotting the show and writing an angry worded letter to RuPaul himself, but ultimately I couldn’t be arsed so I just kept watching and made a silent protest which I feel was highly effective.
After Valentina left a massive gorgeous hole there wasn’t really anyone that jumped out for me, so the natural move was to start to hope that Trinity Taylor didn’t win, urgh Trinity Taylor! Every show needs a bitch and my god Trinity Taylor was a fucking bitch, with her stupid face and massive fake ass, however it wasn’t long until Sasha Velour became my new number one gal.
When it got down to the final four I was fairly happy with any of the non-Trinity Taylors winning the race but felt that Shea and Peppermint were the two best dancers so were the two most likely to pull it out the bag. Little did I know that Sasha Velour was hiding the secret of her awesome prop dresses and killer selling on her face, the kind of selling that says this lip syncing is putting me in a lot of pain but I’m going to kill it anyway.
Peppermint and Shea couldn’t handle Sasha’s baldy draginess and her awesome dressmaking skills and due to that there could really only be one winner, the main gal Sasha Velour. I don’t really know anything about drag queens or whether this is as big a deal in the community as the show makes it out to be but she did get that sweet $100k so it can’t have been all bad.
This is probably one of the most unusual reviews I’ve written, simply because it isn’t really a type of show that I would regularly watch but also it isn’t the type of show that I’d regularly review. It isn’t that I don’t watch shit TV, I watch plenty but I generally don’t review it. I made an exception for RuPaul’s Drag Race because it surprised me and I felt that it deserved a review. Yes it’s silly, camp and completely ridiculous, but that’s exactly what makes the show so enjoyable and RuPaul makes a fine looking woman.
So what did you think of RuPaul’s Drag Race Season 9? Do you think Valentina has a rocking body? Are you wondering why Valentina is so dreamy? Or so you just want Valentina to flash those pearly whites at you? Leave a comment and share those thoughts!