As I sort of felt coming, RuPaul’s Drag Race ended, and all I feel is relief. It was an overly-long season that was capped with an overly-long finale. Sure, the right person won, but it came at the conclusion of a 90-minute finale that really only featured 20 minutes of content. Instead we were treated to extended…

You guys, I am tired. Don’t get me wrong, I still love RuPaul’s Drag Race, but mama needs a break. As we head into the upcoming finale, the thing that excites me most is for the whole thing to be over. It’s not the fault of the queens or the producers or Ru herself, there…

Woof. That certainly was one stinker of a RuPaul’s Drag Race episode. Full of fan-favorite, dependable challenges and a head-to-head lip sync between two queens who have yet to appear in the bottom two, all the ingredients were there for a barn burner. And yet? In the words of Mama Ru herself, “Meh.” Instead, all this season’s…

We all know are queer people are magic, right? I don’t mean to generalize, but having heightened empathy, creative aptitude, connection to nature and enduring spirit does make me believe that queer people are basically witches. (Every time we take our PrEP with vodka-soda we grow stronger!) That’s why I’m surprised it’s taken RuPaul’s Drag Race so…

It seems last week’s loose Snatch has led to a much tighter race between our remaining queens on RuPaul’s Drag Race. We’ve finally axed about half of our starting lineup, so now’s the time for the front runners to really start swinging. And last night’s episode gave them just enough rope to hang themselves. That’s not to say…

We are all living in a post-“Sorry Not Sorry” lip sync world, and I for one could not be happier. Every season of RuPaul’s Drag Race, fans anxiously await the Snatch Game. It’s a make-or-break moment for the queens each time, and it’s responsible for the series’ most memorable moments. Although last night’s Snatch wasn’t one…

There’s this concept in comedy called “punching down,” and it typically applies to making a joke at the expense of someone who is less successful/privileged/etc. than the performer. It’s not quite what Ra’Jah is doing up top on this week’s RuPaul’s Drag Race, but it feels every bit as gross to see.  Technically, I guess…

I’ll be honest. I love Olympics. I love the pageantry, I love the feel-good backstories, I love the ludicrous Mary Carillo packages about the all the host country’s wacky customs. I love those TONIGHT Olympic bods. As someone who loudly loathes most professional sports, every other year, I don my own Olympic patriotic drag and…