This is beyond a guilty pleasure, as a matter of fact, it’s just a pleasure, because I don’t feel guilty at all during or after watching it, and it has become my weekly Monday ritual at my friends’ house, over red wine and some casual grub.
Season 3 of RuPaul’s campy and burlesque drag show a la America’s Next Top Model meets Project Runway with a splash of American Idol is simply addicting. This season brings us diversity beyond compare, not that previous seasons haven’t, but this time around RuPaul ensures equal representation for the triple size goils, and I don’t mean slightly obese: Delta Work and Stacy Layne Mathews, the hot Asians: Raja (who is total couture and fashionista extraordinaire- worked with Tyra Banks and in the fashion world) and Manila Luzon, the annoying yet well put together Philippina of the bunch. And then there were our beloved Latinas, which usually come by way of the Isla del Encanto Puerto Rico, Alexis Mateo and Yara Sofia, and nudist exhibitionist Carmen Carrera. African Americans are in full swing with Shangela Laquifa Wadley (brought back from Season 2…don’t even get me started on this wretched ho), Stacy Layne Matthews and Mariah. Unfortunately, for my White peeps, all those bitches were sent home, except for our puls size divine Delta, who’s actually representing L.A. While in previous seasons the Puerto Rican divas were always neutral in the internal conflicts and cat fights of the other crazy bitches, this time around, they have decided to bring the Boricua cattiness into the mix. They are vocal, mean and for a change speaking their minds.
So, why do I like this show? It’s entertaining. It gives you the stinging hysterical drama served up by the Real House Wives of Atlanta and the glam and glitz that old, classic Hollywood was once based on: fashion, style and attitude. RuPaul is both a gentle counselor when out of drag and in the Tim Gunn role, and at the same time a fierce and unscrupulous tyrant glamazon bitch when sashaying and shantaying contestants away.
If you think Tyra Banks and Heidi Klum are fierce (where do you think Tyra got the word “fierce” from??? hello!), you ain’t seen nothing yet. RuPaul serves Charisma, Uniqueness, Nerve and Talent, and has proven once and for all that Drag is not a mere joke, but an art form all of its own that should be respected and be reckoned with. If you want to be entertained, then, conDRAGulations, you have found your new guilty pleasure.
RuPaul’s Drag Race and Untucked shows deliver good laughs, great lines to use on your bitchy friends and style for years to come. So in the good spirit of Drag, I say RuPaul “I’ve made my decision, shantay you stay” and I hope you continue entertaining us indefinitely. My only word of advise to Ru, if you really want to be seen as a diversity queen, then start thinking out of the box and please let the next Drag Super Star be a color other than Black…(first two winners of this show have both been African American, hummm).