They Earned Everything! Rating the Queens of Drag Race Season 11

2700-1Was this a great season of Drag Race? Maybe not quite in terms of talent, especially when we’re talking runway, but I did find the season pretty damn entertaining. There were lots of big personalities, and while the fights were plentiful, the cast seemed to genuinely enjoy each other as well. The Reading is Fundamental challenge was a perfect case in point. The reads? Terrible (and oddly Seussian). The silliness and merriment that permeated the challenge? Positively infectious. What’s more, every queen brought something to the table, even the so-called filler queens. With that, I thought I’d grade the performances of the dolls, in a few different categories.

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Soju

Performance: Soju was something we’re going to be seeing more and more in the coming seasons of the show: a Drag Race superfan turned contestant. So far, I’m afraid we’re 0 for 1. Her martial arts inspired entrance look promised something interesting—cultural references mixed with androgynous drag—that she never got a chance to deliver. Her first runway outfit was a hot mess (and her evoking the great Kim Chi as an influence was downright sacrilegious) and she was nunchukked before we even got to know her.
Grade: D

Entertainment value: When Soju confessed on stage that she had a leaking cyst (#$%!), did she know what she was doing? Was she an evil genius intentionally creating a meme, or was it just nervous rambling? Whatever the case, it worked, and the “cysters” joke oozed throughout the season.
Grade: B

Lowpoint: Confessing to an anal cyst
Highpoint: Oddly, confessing to an anal cyst

Kahanna

 

Kahanna Montrese

Performance: Sometimes a queen just needs a little more time in the oven, and that was clearly the case with Kahanna. I almost feel sorry for her; maybe the Kahanna of five years from now would absolutely slay (with Coco Montrese as a drag mother, I’d all but count on it). As it is, does anyone remember a single thing she did on the show?
Grade: D-

Entertainment value: In a cast filled with out-of-drag hotties, Kahanna was arguably the hottest of them all. Hey, trade of the season is nothing to sneeze at.
Grade: C

Lowpoint: Attempting to start a fight with Mercedes at the reunion. Not cute, girl.
Highpoint: It actually came after the show: her spirited and funny music video, “Scores!,” with Manila Luzon, Sharon Needles, Trinity Tuck, and others. Kahanna must be doing something right to get all those A-listers to her shoot.

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Honey Davenport

Performance: In a word, disappointing. Honey has a reputation for being a pro’s pro and a great queen in NY, but she never really showed what she was made of on drag’s biggest stage. She clearly got in her own head, put too much pressure on herself, and paid the price. (Indeed, if there’s one queen I’d like to see get a second chance from this season, it’s Honey.)
Grade: D

Entertainment value: By the time she came back for the makeover episode, she had acquired a (sexy) beard and more confidence. Even in the reunion, she seemed more playful and relaxed. Maybe the power is in her beard? Hey, get it, girl. Bearded queens are hot.
Grade: C-

Lowpoint: Hers was the saddest elimination of the season, both because of the cruelty of it (she was the only girl to go home in that trainwreck of a group lip sync) and the way she broke down backstage. Drag Race can be a cruel, cruel mistress. (True confession: I actually loved Honey’s all-black “fringe” look.)
Highpoint: The power of the beard.

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Mercedes Iman Diamond

Performance: The show’s first ever Muslim queen brought the lewks but seemed shy and out of her element throughout her brief run. Still, it was wonderful that by her last episode she felt comfortable enough with her sisters to open up about the struggles of being a Muslim queen (beyond the fears of coming out to her friends and family, she was on Do Not Fly list ffs!). Mercedes seems like an absolute sweetheart and she’s gorgeous, to boot. That being said, not quite sure Drag Race is the right venue for her.
Grade: C-

Entertainment value: If you make it on Drag Race and don’t create a meme, did you ever even exist? “Op-a-lence! You earn everything!” is not just a cute and funny meme, it’s poignant. Yes, Mercedes, who no doubt had to work harder than anyone for her slot on the show (and drove herself so hard on the road she literally almost died), did EARN everything.
Grade: C-

Lowpoint: Screwing up the Britney “spears” joke in the evangelical skit. You had ONE JOB.
Highpoint: “We didn’t have Rachel Maddow where I grew up. We had goats.”

 

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Ariel Versace:

Performance: Despite her relatively short stay, the human Bratz Doll made quite an impression. Her Sandy in Trump: The Rusical was spot-on, and particularly impressive considering that she nearly had a psychic break during the rehearsal. Her duet with Silky in the “Diva Worship” was another high point, proving that the two rivals could come together when it counted. But her Monster Ball performance was downright disastrous, an indication that she couldn’t move away from her candy-coated Instagram persona. I mean, who the hell is scared of a mermaid?
Grade: C+

Entertainment value: Wig Gate was the lamest controversy of this (or any?) season, but she’s only marginally responsible for it (after all, it mostly happened after she’d packed her bags). For the most part, I really enjoyed Ariel’s twink meets Jersey Housewife realness. She accused Silky of being annoying (fair!) but then had the integrity to own up to it. Plus, she was always good for a “Oh god whatever”-style eyeroll or a snarky one-liner. Our very own Mean Girl Greek chorus.
Grade: B

Lowpoint: She’d probably say falling in the lip sync (which the show milked like it was the Zapruder film). I’d still say that damn mermaid outfit. Seriously, what was she thinking? (Bonus lowpoint: Trying to make “n’yessss” happen. In a word, “n’nooo.”)
Highpoint: Trump the Rusical. She was a deer frozen in the headlights in rehearsal and really came through in the performance when it counted.

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Scarlet Envy:

Performance: I’m still baffled by her entrance look. Like, seriously, somebody explain it me. That being said, after walking in like a hot guy who’d been put in drag against his will (complete with inartfully drawn on boob contour), this gorgeous queen ended up turning out some super glamorous, old-Hollywood looks and nailing the acting challenges (and not for nothing, she should’ve won the Monster Ball IMO).
Grade: B-

Entertainment value: Yes, Scarlett was feeling her oats a little too hard at times (apparently turning off her fellow contestants in the process), but so what? It’s drag. Modesty is not one of the requirements. I for one enjoyed watching her swan around the workroom like a lower borough Gloria Swanson.
Grade: B

Lowpoint: Losing that lip sync to Ra’jah. I honestly thought she pulled out enough stunts to stick around.
Highpoint: Winning the “Good God Girl, Get Out!” acting challenge after being picked last. The power of that.

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Ra’jah O’Hara

Performance: Ra’jah took some big swings this season—and frankly missed more often than she made contact. But still, I appreciate a girl who makes a pair of burlap SLACKS for a Farm to Runway challenge. In a season without a whole lot of good lip syncers in the bottom half, her (let’s face it) slightly above average lip syncing prowess scored her three unlikely wins.
Grade: B-

Entertainment value: It’s hard to fathom how boring the first half of the season might’ve been without Ra’jah, who clashed with pretty much everyone (especially Yvie). And while she served lots of classic one liners “an ugly girl can never come for a pretty girl” and (my personal favorite) “bootyhole!” all while perched behind a series of ridiculously enormous pairs of glasses, my heart kind of broke for her, too. It was clear that Ra’jah was constantly succumbing to that inner saboteur, as Ru says. She was quick to escalate, lashed out when she got hurt, and blamed others for her own misfortune. But damned if she didn’t do it entertainingly.
Grade: A-

Lowpoint: Telling choreographer Yanis Marshall that she was a trained dancer, falling flat on her face, and somehow blaming HIM for this turn of events. (See, also, blaming Scarlett for her own poor performance in the Drag Olympics.)
Highpoint: Staying just long enough to likely earn a slot in a future All Stars. I mean, how can Ru resist?

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Plastique Tiara:

Performance: About to state my unpopular opinion: I’m not super keen on Plastique’s drag. Don’t get me wrong, it’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. The whole damn system is beautiful. But I’m just not inspired by it. It lacks a certain creativity. What’s more, is it really that much of a challenge to go from a porcelain-faced, insanely pretty 21 year old boy to a porcelain-faced, insanely pretty 21 year old woman? That being said, other drag queens seem to really admire her, so what the hell do I know?
Grade: B

Entertainment value: I have a feeling that Plastique is actually kind of quick and funny IRL, but on the show she was a bit of a wet noodle. Unlike Soju’s cyst, her personality didn’t pop (sorry), although she did always come across as a good kid. As for the whole “Did Plastique Repeatedly Lie??” drama, let’s take it one accusation at a time:
•Yes, she really DID think Ariel left those wigs for her.
•No, her boyfriend didn’t say that her parents accepted her drag (he merely said he HOPED they would be more accepting after the show).
•And yes, I can believe that there wasn’t much talk of Mariah Carey in a strict Vietnamese household.
My verdict: Plastique Tiara, you are NOT a liar. (But also not the most entertaining thing going.)
Grade: C+

Lowpoint: Probably licking the pavement during her cat fight with Vanjie. Ick.
Highpoint: Literally all of episode 7, which was practically a Plastique Tiara bottle episode. Her drag mama Alyssa Edwards showed up. Her boyfriend left her a message in Untucked. And she won the mother-tucking maxi challenge. No wonder Raj’ah was so jealous of her that week. (Also, mad points to Plastique for handling Raj’ah’s attack so well, which she inherently understood was not really about her. The kid is mature beyond her years.)

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Shuga Cain

Performance: Shuga brought polish, professionalism, and smarts to literally every runway and challenge
Grade: B+

Entertainment value: So it turns out that polish, professionalism, and smarts are a little…dull? Look, it’s hard to not like the terminally sunny Shuga, who had an actual heart contoured on the tip of her nose and who always just seemed so damn happy to BE THERE—but she didn’t exactly  bring the thunder. Probably the most controversial thing about Shuga was how Drag 101 her vocabulary was. With all her “Yes mawmas” and “I lives!” it seemed as if she had studied drag culture from another planet and landed on earth to show off her homework. One bummer for Shuga: On any other season—namely one that didn’t feature one Nina West—she’d be a veritable lock for Miss Congeniality.
Grade: C+

Lowpoint: Getting kicked off basically for not bringing the entertainment.
Highpoint: Getting kicked off for not bringing the entertainment. Work with me here: The fans went freaking nuts when Shuga got kicked off. And with good reason. The riggery was in full effect. She delivered the third best performance in the Dragracadabra challenge (after Nina and Brooke) and clearly didn’t deserve to be anywhere near the bottom. (Weirdly, the show even allowed her to flatly state that fact.) But if you must get kicked off a show (in a highly respectable 7th place), all you can hope for is that the fans cry foul and rally behind you. Might the Shuga Was Robbed Train rumble all the way to the All Star Station?

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Nina West

Performance: Nina had a great arc. She came to the show with tons of pressure—she auditioned something like 9 times (!) and is a well-respected queen, philanthropist, and drag impresario in Ohio—and it took a little time for her to find her footing. At first it seemed like she might have something akin to the Miz Cracker arc—that is, a queen we’ve heard is VERY funny off the show but doesn’t fully deliver on it—but she broke through with a wonderful Snatch Game, and then truly triumphed in the Dragracadabra! episode, where she was able to showcase the full range of her skills. Drag wise, she was a mixed bag, serving camp but not much glamour. But her Leigh Bowery-inspired facekini was a real show-stopper. Also, mad credit to her for taking Michelle Visage’s critiques and actually improving her silhouette. We stan a self-improving queen.,
Grade: A-

Entertainment value: Friendly, smart, kind, and wise, Nina West seems like someone you’d definitely want as your best friend. Did that translate to her being the most compelling TV contestant? Well, as a queen once said, “This is not Ru Paul’s Best Friend Race.” She had a few standout moments of drama—including her multiple doubletakes after discovering that “Brooke and Vanjie are kissing in Untucked!” (somehow, the fact that she referred to the show by its proper will never not slay me) and her (mild) spat with Brooke after the Canadian ballerina bulldozed her way into a juicier part in the LADP! Episode. Mostly though, she was someone it was easy to root for and like. Hey, a little wholesome entertainment never hurt anyone.
Grade: B

Lowpoint: That final lip sync. Oof.
Highpoint: Rihanna has slid into her DMs. Alexandria Orcasio-Cortez is a stan. Nina’s whole run was a highpoint.

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Vanessa Vanjie Mateo

Performance: Okay, author bias alert: Miss Vanjie is my absolute fave of the season, and I could write actual sonnets about her, so excuse my favoritism. But my girl really slayed, didn’t she? Arguably, Vanjie had more pressure on her than anyone else: Imagine losing on the first episode, creating an international phenomenon with your “sashay away,” being invited back, and then…sucking? Instead, Vanjie rose to the occasion again and again, proving that she was MUCH more than a backwards-walking meme. Drag-wise, Vanjie serves sexy R&B diva realness, which is perfect for her body and her persona. (Not everything needs to be haute couture, folks.) Yes, there was a bit too much red—and okay, way too many swimsuits—but you can’t deny that the doll looked fierce. Her Libra costume was one of the best looks of the season. And her lip sync to “No More Drama” was powerful and unforgettable because of the raw, real emotion behind it. In skits, she was best when she was just able to improv and be herself (“I thanked myself!”), although she stumbled a bit when her projects required, well, structure. It still really gets my goat that she didn’t win for her flawless makeover of Ariel Versace. Hello, 911? I’d like to report a robbery.
Grade: A-

Entertainment value: Jinkx Monsoon called her the DMX of drag. I call her the world’s sexiest muppet. Whatever you call her, literally everything that comes out of her mouth is comedy gold. It’s no wonder she was the season’s unofficial narrator. I’ve already entered two “Vanjie-isms” into my regular lexicon: “Pressed like a panini” and “You’ve got to pick a struggle. You can’t struggle at everything.” I’m also pretty sure her line from the reunion, re: Brooke—“I wanted The Notebook experience. He gave me a Post-It”—is being stitched onto a pillow as we speak. During the course of the season, Vanjie forged a special bond with her Dream Girls A’Keria and Silky, but she seemed to get along with everyone. (When she had a fight with Yvie in Untucked, she sincerely and maturely apologized to her the next day. Don’t sleep on the fact that Vanjie’s real power is in her sweetness.)
Grade: A+

Bonus category: Let’s Talk About Branjie: My theory as to why people became obsessed? Not just because this was the first ever Drag Race romance, or even because both “Brock” and “Jose” are total dishes in real life, but because it played out like an actual rom-com. You’ve got Vanjie, the scrappy, loud, highly emotional girl from the streets dating Brooke, the classy, reserved, elegant lady of the manor. I could write that rom-com. (Hell, I’ve seen that rom-com.) It’s a shame it didn’t work out between those crazy kids—and bless Vanjie for wearing her heart on her sleeve, it only makes her fans feel closer to her—but it was amazing to have a front row seat to their brief (but very real!) love affair.
Grade: ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Lowpoint: Her LADP alley-cat was a veritable litter box of all her worst tendencies: chaotic, messy, and nearly nonsensical.
Highpoint: Her second sashay! All eyes were on Vanjie when she was eliminated in the next to last episode and she didn’t disappoint. I guarantee she hadn’t planned that routine, a master class in escalating comic stakes, it just kind of happened. Have you ever seen Ru laugh so hard?

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Silky Nutmeg Ganache

Performance: Silky  takes up a lot of space—in every sense of the word. She’s loud, she’s brash, and a lot her humor comes from her physicality—jiggling her titties, brazenly taking off her clothing, and flopping around on the ground. (Hey, if it worked for Chris Farley.) Yeah, okay, she can be annoying too, but I’d argue she’s more funny than annoying. Her drag is, well, nothing special. She can beat that beautiful mug and, uh, she wears a lot of gowns. I was never inspired. In challenges, she’s a natural improviser, a bit better at honing her personality into controlled performance than her pal Vanjie, but I think she got a pass way too many times in the competition because simply because she cracks Ru’s shit up.
Grade: B+

Entertainment value: Silky is entertaining! I repeat, Silky is entertaining! She particularly slayed the mini challenges, where she was able to channel her manic silliness into bite-sized performances. That being said, she’s not the most self-aware queen out there. After clashing with Yvie all season, she finally “forgave” Yvie for committing the sin of…occasionally criticizing her? Girl, check yourself before you wreck yourself.
Grade: B+

Lowpoint: When it came time to lip sync for her mother fucking life, she definitely WASN’T ready.|
Highpoint:
Her Oprah impression can pay her mortgage—and probably yours and mine, too.

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A’Keria Chanel Davenport

Performance: While only 30, A’Keria kind of felt like the matriarch of the season, presiding over her children with a mixture of protective concern and head-shaking disappointment. With a wit as dry as a good sauvignon blanc, and a finely honed deadpan to the camera, she was sneakily one of the season’s best narrators. Drag wise, she serves unclockable pageant excellence—that mug! that (popular) wig! those gowns!—all the more impressive when you realize that she made most of her own garments. The twerking queen also proved she could deliver comedy, scoring an upset win in the LADP! challenge. Her ass alone deserves monuments.
Grade: A

Entertainment value: Anyone else as low-key annoyed as I am that they only bothered to mention that A’Keria was raising her nephew on the next-to-last episode? I felt like that added a lot of dimension to her personality. Still, it wasn’t really a surprise. A’Keria strikes me as a natural-born leader, one of these sensible, competent people whose friends and family lean on a lot. Her personality isn’t huge, but her sly sense of humor and ironic take on the competition were welcome company throughout.
Grade: A-

Lowlight: Stirring the pot between Ra’jah and Plastique and then not owning up to it.
Highlight: Her first runway, with wig upon wig upon wig had Ru gagging and the other queens shaking in their stilettos.

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Yvie Oddly

Performance: I had a clarifying moment listening to the “What the Tuck” podcast this week, courtesy of guest host Drew Droege: Yvie isn’t really all that odd. I’m sorry, it’s true. At best, she’s Yvie Mildly Oddly. What was the craziest thing she did this season? Drag a car into the workroom? Pretend to be a triceratops? Sport three boobs? She’s kind of the made-for-television version of odd, which I suppose works, what with this being a TV show and all. Competition wise, Yvie came out really strong out of the gate, winning and placing high on multiple challenges. However, after her Snatch Game stumble, she never quite regained her footing…until the Queens Everywhere episode, where she slayed so hard, she reestablished herself as a frontrunner. Always leave them gagging.
Grade: A-

Entertainment value: Yvie brought multiple storylines throughout the season. The first was her ongoing clashes with, well, everyone. Yvie was often right in her assessment of the other queens, but her timing was rarely good, and sometimes downright awful. (In particular, she kicked Ra’jah multiple times when she was down.) She managed to insert herself into every argument, even ones that she was tangentially (at best) involved in. At the same time, one thing you have to remember is that Yvie was just 24 when they filmed! It explains a lot. She gives me big “I have a question, but first a comment” grad student energy.
Of course, Yvie’s other storyline centered around her illness, which gave her debilitating bone pain and also, the flexibility of a car dealership blowup doll. It also gave Yvie that touch of vulnerability that made us root for her. As of this writing, she’s the most popular queen among the final four.
Grade: A

Lowlight: Everytime Yvie started a sentence with “Girl, here’s the real tea…,” America crouched in fear.
Highlight: Slaying that final challenge. Greatest comeback since the 2016 Cavaliers.

Also I’ve made a meme:

Absolutely nobody:

Yvie:

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Brooke Lynn Hytes

Performance: A clear frontrunner out of the gate, Brooke’s biggest problem might’ve been her complete lack of relatability. I mean, if any of you can relate to this gorgeous, graceful, statuesque, sexy, and polished queen from the North, well…congratulations? That being said, the Snatch Game episode was a turning point for several reasons: It gave her a humanizing Achilles heel (improv) and then a chance to shine on the runway and in that epic lip sync. Suddenly, we were invested in her “comeback,” which she delivered brilliantly in the next episode (and I oop…at Nina West’s expense). On the runway, she turned toot after toot, and got even better once Alyssa Edwards told her to lean into the her ballet technique in her presentation. Her “Queens are Everywhere” verse was (allegedly) a setback. I’m so white I thought it was great?
Grade: A+

Entertainment value: If one was being uncharitable, one could interpret Brooke’s behavior through a completely calculated lens:
•Not quite relatable queen hooks up with the most beloved queen of the season.
•Improv neophyte befriends the best improviser of the cast, soaking up all her knowledge and, at one point, even stealing her thunder.
•Given her choice to pair up queens for a makeover, sneaky queen saddles her rival with the worst partner of the bunch.
I prefer to think that Brooke just has good taste in romantic partners (and BFFs) and played her cards in a smart, but hardly Machiavellian way. Look, somebody had to get Soju!
Anyway, add it all up and Brooke managed to make herself a compelling and central figure in the S11 storyline.
Grade: A

Lowlight: That Celine Dion impression could get her deported.
Highlight: So many to choose from! That sickening wig reveal! That monumental lip sync for her life! Every single time she kissed Vanjie! But I’m going to go with her pillow fort in Untucked. “Why can’t we just bottle up our feelings like normal people?” she moaned, slinking into the couch and sipping on her drink. And all of Canada replied, “Relatable.”

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Do the Tethered Have Souls? My take on US

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On Twitter, I wrote this:

Okay so now I’m going to elaborate:

There are basically two ways to interpret the ending of Us. There’s, “Oh shit, Lupita’s Adelaide has been the monster the WHOLE TIME! The family is screwed!”

Or there’s the way I interpret it: Adelaide is exactly as she seems: a loving and devoted mother and wife, the same Adelaide we’ve been rooting for this whole time. Our hero.

Once the tethered Adelaide swapped bodies with the untethered Adelaide she came into the light, and was afforded all the privileges of being in the light: doting parents, language, art, dance, music, love.

Meanwhile, cut off from the natural world, the “real” Adelaide became increasingly feral, rage-filled, dangerous. She essentially became the monster.

A lot of people have complained that the film touches on too many things: immigration, slavery, economic inequality, racism, etc. But those things are all subsets of the same phenomenon: Our ability to “other” people.

To me, bigotry, in all its forms, boils down to one basic thing: dehumanization. If you, consciously or subconsciously, convince yourself that other people are less moral, less devoted to their children, less capable of depth of love or feeling, etc. you can justify their abuse, oppression, or much, much worse.

This is literally how society does monstrous things. It’s how the Holocaust and American slavery works. It’s how Jihad works (in the film Hotel Mumbai, the terrorist mastermind convinces his soldiers that the people they are slaughtering are “soulless infidels”—note the word “soulless.”). It’s how, yes, Trump supporters can live with snatching children from their families at the border.

Just on a strictly logical basis: If the “tethered” don’t have souls, why did above ground Adelaide love her children and husband so fiercely? Why would she do anything to protect them? Was it all a charade? Of course not. (Similarly, the “monster” Adelaide loves her family, too. She just has to risk more to gain access to the above ground world of privilege.)

Viewed this way, the ending of Us is an exquisite irony (and, in its own way, genuinely horrific): We are the monsters. The monsters are us. It’s all just a matter of perspective.

 

 

In Defense of RuPaul’s Drag Race All-Stars 1

690Fans of RuPaul’s Drag Race can’t agree on much: favorite queens, favorite seasons, who was robbed, who should’ve gone home earlier, etc. But there’s one thing that they can pretty much all agree on: That All-Stars 1 was the worst season in the history of the show.

And I get it. There are some things about the season I don’t like: For starters, it’s too damn short. Six episodes (12, if you count Untucked) just isn’t enough. (Although people who hate this season because it’s too short bring to mind that old Vaudeville joke: “This restaurant is horrible: The food is terrible and the portions are too small!”)

And yes, the season did weird variations on some of the classic challenges we all know and love (Snatch Game became this Laugh In style variety show; Reading is Fundamental became a cheerleading challenge; the closest thing to a ball was the. . .Superhero Challenge?) Also, the show felt scattershot, made up on the fly, a bit too “work-in-progress”-y. But honestly? You could say the same thing about All-Stars in general. Season 2 introduced the Lip Sync For Your Legacy, which worked. Season 3 mucked that up with the final, ill-fated popularity vote. Season 4 has “suspended All-Star” rules for reasons not yet made clear (pssst, it’s to keep Valentina). It’s not like they have this thing nailed down.

But the thing most people hate about All-Stars 1 is the thing I loved about it most: The teams. No, I’m not saying I want them to adopt the team format for All-Stars going forward. To me, it was an interesting—and wildly entertaining—TV experiment. It emphasized the thing I love most about the show—the relationships among the queens—and it added a bunch of new emotional dynamics and stakes. So with that said, I thought I’d go through the pairings, describe what I liked (and didn’t like) about them and once and for all, try to reclaim All-Stars 1 to its rightful place as, well, at least WAY better than Season 7!

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PANDORA BOXX AND MIMI IMFURST: When people disparage the buddy system of All-Stars 1, they point to this pairing first. The general consensus is that Pandora Boxx got completely screwed over by being paired with Mimi Imfurst. Here’s a counter argument: Pandora was the one who screwed over Mimi.

I talk a lot about the great life lessons I’ve learned from watching the Drag Queens on the show (be fierce, stay true to yourself, always have a second wig under your wig, etc.), but Pandora’s behavior is more like a cautionary tale. The minute she got saddled with Mimi, she got this totally defeatist attitude. She should’ve thought, “Okay, this isn’t ideal, but I’m going to make it work!” Instead, she got all self-pitying and “woe is me.” It was Chad who pointed out that Mimi and Pandora could’ve been a formidable comedy pairing, but not with Pandora acting like she could barely stand to be in the same room as Mimi. The moment of truth for me came when Mimi and Pandora were put in the bottom. If you recall, the team was able to decide together who would lip sync to save them. And Pandora picked Mimi! I see the psychology here: Pandora wanted to hold onto the narrative that if she lost, it was completely Mimi’s fault. If Pandora had done the lip sync and lost, she couldn’t lay the whole thing at Mimi’s feet. That’s not exactly a winning attitude. I suspect if Pandora was being honest with herself, she’d see how she sabotaged her own chance at glory. So yeah, our first elimination was a fascinating and instructive one. (That being said, I’d love to see Pandora on All-Stars 5. Her Carol Channing is one of the best Snatch Game performances of all time!)

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TAMMIE BROWN AND NINA FLOWERS God bless this wacky pairing. I honestly have no idea why Nina chose Tammie—she’s just too weird to conform to the rules of the show (or the rules of life)—but I think it’s adorable. Nina worked with Tammie from Season 1, so she knew what a wild card Tammie was—and she obviously didn’t care. These are two very eccentric, very avant-garde queens who were simply drawn to each other as artists. And although they didn’t fare very well on the show, I’m glad they chose each other. Also, any season with Tammie Brown in it is a good one, as far as I’m concerned. How can anyone not like a season that includes the immortal: “Well, come on Teletubby, teleport us to Mars!”

 

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MANILA LUZON AND LATRICE ROYALE This one hurt. I love these two queens sooooo much and I love the reasons they chose each other (Manila so some of Latrice’s “likeability” would rub off on her; and Latrice so some of Manila’s elevated fashion sense would rub off on her). They showed their great chemistry and creativity by winning the first challenge, but the mismatch might’ve been a little too much to overcome, and they went home on the third episode. BUT…silver lining alert:

The Latrila friendship endures to this day and has provided some of the best drama of All-Stars 4.

They made this great music video together!

Also, I will forever be charmed by the fact that Manila exited the show looking like the saddest goth waif ever.

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YARA SOFIA AND ALEXIS MATEO: Fun fact: Yara wasn’t Alexis’s first choice to be her partner (she picked Shannel; although Yara picked Alexis). Kind of surprising, since we tend to lump these S3 compatriots together. I get why Alexis was resistant. Alexis is a pageant girl, through and through. Yara is more of a free spirit. While Alexis gives you professionalism and consistency, Yara gives you flashes of mad brilliance. This partnership underscored one of the most interesting sources of tension All-Stars 1: The intimation that one person on the team was “carrying” the other. It infuriated Alexis when Shannel suggested that Yara was carrying her. (She shot back that Shannel was being carried by Chad—a popular opinion that I tend to disagree with.) (But then again, I’m a known Shannel stan, so what do I know?) And in general, it was a fear that all the girls had. To this day, Manila feels she let down Latrice by losing that lip sync (even though it was clearly Latrice who placed them in the bottom 2). And the “who’s carrying whom” dynamic played out all season long and was a defining feature of the Raven/Jujubee partnership. There’s no doubt that Yara and Alexis proved themselves by coming in third, beating out lots of other more celebrated queens. And their adorable girl-group friendship with Kelly Osbourne was one of the highlights of the season.

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RAVEN AND JUJUBEE: This is it, people. The heart of All-Stars 1 and the pairing I point to when people say the whole “Synergy” thing didn’t work. The thing about both these queens is that they’re the epitome of “bitch with a heart of gold.” Jujubee is arguably the snarkiest queen in the history of the show. Raven has that “too cool for school” aloofness that makes her so beguiling. But they adored each other, and it was touching as hell. Their dramatic lip sync against each other was, without a doubt, the emotional climax of All-Stars 1. “When we lip sync, I want you to lip sync for your mother fucking life!” Raven said to Jujubee, who responded with “Don’t do this to me” (i.e. don’t make me love you more than I already do.) (Damn, I’m tearing up just thinking about it.) Then, when they got on stage, it was more like a mournful duet than a lip sync, with the two best friends ending up in tears, in each other’s arms. Ru herself was so moved, she sent neither packing. Seriously, this didn’t get to you? Are you MADE OF STONE, people?

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SHANNEL AND CHAD: In a way, these two pros had the least drama, which is probably why they did so well. But the backstory between them was pretty beautiful: In Vegas, they were longtime friends and colleagues, who had some sort of falling out. Then after a few years of not speaking to each other, Chad showed up at Shannel’s mother’s funeral and any lingering animosity melted away. (Hey look, it’s another Life Lesson From a Drag Queen ™: Put aside your petty bullshit and show up for your friends.) Shannel kind of idolized Chad and Chad felt somewhat abashed and humbled that a queen as fierce as Shannel would look up to her so much. But, bottom line: After a brief wake up call in the Bottom 2, these two perfectionists slayed the competition, winning challenge after challenge, with Chad eventually ending up in the All-Stars Hall of Fame. But she couldn’t have done it without Shannel. And that’s the point.

My Drag Race Summer

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I have no idea what took me so long to start watching RuPaul’s Drag Race. Honestly, I’m sort of an idiot for waiting so long. I love reality TV, especially competitions. For years, I recapped Project Runway, ANTM, and The Bachelor right here on this very blog. This show was practically tailor made for me.

Then again, there are certain advantages to having delayed my viewing gratification: I have never binged a show with more gusto. I plowed through 10 seasons and 3 All-Stars in about four months. Do the math people. Suffice it to say, I didn’t “go out much” in those months.

The first season I watched was Season 10, which is ridiculous. I had no idea what was going on. When I first saw Michelle Visage, I thought she was a drag queen. (#oops.) In the beginning, I was like a 2-year-old in a doll store, pointing to all the queens and going, “Pretty!” and clapping my hands and saying, “Again! Again!” Eventually, after watching a few seasons, I began to fancy myself an expert, saying shit like: “Her waist needs to be cinched” and “Guess she can’t afford a lace-front wig” and “She’s painted for the back of the room.”

Strictly as a TV show, RuPaul’s Drag Race is the best of all reality TV worlds combined. We have these insanely talented people performing insanely challenging tasks. But we also spend enough time with them to really get to know them, almost like a Big Brother type deal. RuPaul herself is a master of marketing, so the show has that comforting, repetitive formula so essential to good reality TV: Every season we know we’re going to get a Snatch Game, and a Makeover Challenge, and a Drag Ball, and a reading challenge. . . because reading is what?! Fundamental!

But for a cisgender, middle class, middle-aged white lady like myself, the show is also an entry into a really rich subculture. Drag culture has its own language and its own rituals. I now know about “fish” (a misogynist term, for sure, but so built into the drag language, it’s divorced from its original meaning) and “reads” and “Drag Mothers” and “drag balls” and the (crucial) difference between “kiki” and “kai-kai.”

One thing I think about a lot when I watch Drag Race: Gay men are just the motherfucking bomb. Seriously. I think a lot about the generation of gay men we lost to AIDS and the incredible contributions to art, theater, design, and culture the world was deprived of. Seeing these queens do their thing, I’m in constant awe at the combination of beauty and creativity and humor and survival skills they all possess. I’m a fan of every queen to ever set foot on that show, but here are my 10 faves—and why.

 

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  1. SHANNEL. A surprising and perhaps even controversial choice at number one, but what can I say, the heart wants what the heart wants. The wild thing is, Shannel was one of the last queens I met—I watched her two seasons (1 and All Stars 1) last—but I just fell for her, hard. I’m pretty sure my love was sealed when I watched her juggle, half naked, down the runway, pins flying in the air and between her legs, all while eye-sexing the judges. (I turned to my sister and said, “That’s literally the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”)
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    But more than that, I thought she got a supremely raw deal in Season 1 and my sense of that injustice intensified my loyalty to her. Shannel is an actual Vegas showgirl, which fits neatly into the many categories of drag I’ve learned about from the binge watch: There are showgirls or pageant queens, who tend to put a premium on glamour and appearance above all else (and who all basically subscribe to the “bigger the hair, the closer to god” theory of drag). There are the quick-witted comedy queens, who are particularly well-suited for this competition. There are the fashionistas, who fell in love with drag by reading the pages of Italian Vogue and Harper’s Bazaar. There are the avant-garde queens, who see drag as art. There are the gothic queens, the body queens, the club kids queens, and probably a lot more categories I don’t know about, but you get the basic idea.

I tend to have a soft spot for the showgirls (see: Roxxxy Andrews at number 5) because they’re at a slight disadvantage on the show (you have to be seriously funny to survive on Drag Race—it also helps if you can act) and I find their commitment to excess and bling inspiring. The thing about Shannel is this: She’s notorious for having complained a lot during Season 1 that she should’ve won more challenges—but THE BITCH WAS RIGHT. She came into the show as a bit of a frontrunner, having already established herself as a very successful queen on the west coast. The judges, knowing how polished she was, seemed to be grading her on a higher curve. The fact that Shannel didn’t win both her makeover challenges—in one case, she elevated the look of adorably pocket-sized queen Ongina; in another, she took a bald, butch female MMA fighter and made her a glamazon—is a freaking travesty. And seriously? I would’ve just stopped the show, called it a day, and put a crown on her head after that juggling routine. I still have a lot of rage stored up against the judge Santino for arguing that Shannel didn’t have good taste. She’s a Vegas showgirl, Santino—you were expecting black pumps and a LBD? (Also Santino? The East Village in 1988 called. It wants its look back.)

Shannel got something of a redemption arc on All-Stars 1, where she was able to show off her amazing “character illusions” (her Lucille Ball is ON POINT), even if the judges still didn’t give her enough credit, claiming she hadn’t quite captured the essence of Lucy. I mean…

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Some people think Chad Michaels—whose laconic stoner sweetness belies the heart of a “drag assassin” (her words)— carried her to the finale, but that’s nonsense. If anything, Shannel’s slightly control-freakish personality meant that she was the one taking charge on most of the challenges—lord knows she didn’t sit back and let Chad take the wheel. As she famously (in my house, at least) said during the celebrity girl group challenge: “I may not be a dancer or a choreographer but I know FIERCE.” Yes, my queen. Yes you do.

 

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  1. BENDELACREME. Apparently DeLa is the favorite queen among straight women, so…guilty as charged? This brilliantly witty, kind-hearted, retro, “terminally delightful” queen is just a joy to watch. There were a few moments in particular that fueled my adoration for DeLa:
    In her first Snatch Game, she played Dame Maggie Smith, brilliantly. When asked about what strange thing Chelsea Handler might put in her next flavored vodka she deadpanned, “A libation flavored with citrus. Can you imagine such a thing?” That, my friends, is a fucking perfect joke.

Then I heard DeLa’s backstory, which is touching beyond belief: Basically Ben created the character of DeLa to bring positivity and light into his world and to stave off bouts of depression after the death of his mother. He knows she’s a little obnoxious (hence the “terminal” part) but he also knows that inhabiting someone so optimistic and happy is good for his own spirit and soul.

I already adored DeLa after Season 6, but All-Stars 3 proved that I had stanned wisely. After slaying the competition week after week, she chose to leave on her own terms, eliminating herself and giving Morgan McMichaels—the irresistibly bitchy mean girl of the show—a second chance at glory. This was a controversial decision to some—a few people thought it was disrespectful to Ru, the show, and to the eventual winner. But it actually gave me a life lesson. If you’re in a situation that goes against your moral code, get out of it. Be true to yourself, even if it means breaking the rules. Thanks, DeLa!

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  1. ALASKA. The crazy thing about Alaska is that I should find her voice—whiny, nasal, pitched at a constant Valley Girl’s kvetch—annoying. But I don’t. I actually love everything about Alaska, from her famous “hiyeeeeee!” greeting to her knock-knees on the runway to her trash-glam style. Alaska is the most quick-witted queen to ever be on the show (followed by Jinkx Monsoon, Bianca DelRio, BenDeLaCreme, Bob the Drag Queen, and Katya) and she’s also a Drag Race superfan—which means she steals from the best. In Season 5 she was perhaps still a bit unformed—and dealing with the enormous pressure of following in the footsteps of her then girlfriend, Sharon Needles, who had won the previous year—so she made a few missteps (dressing as a boy for an acting challenge, for one, although her Howdy Doody-meets-PeeWee Herman narrator character was adorable as hell.) By the time she got on All-Stars 2 the only thing that could bring her down was a coup of sorts by the other queens. She definitely got a little paranoid—the good-hearted Detox was never going to do that to her—but she acted like a brat for one episode and one episode alone. No biggie, it just made her more human. No one makes me laugh like Alaska (“I’m Dorothy, you’re Toto—GET IN THE BASKET!”) and I’m pretty much obsessed with her new RuPaul recapping podcast, Race Chaser.

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  1. SASHA VELOUR. One of the curious things about watching Drag Race in a vacuum—that is, separate from the contemporaneous social media chatter—is you’re surprised to discover you’re out of step with the rest of the fans. Apparently, Shea Coulee was the hands-down fan favorite of Season 9, but I loved Sasha—who literally looks like the love child of Michael Stipe and Annie Lennox—from the start. Don’t get me wrong, Shea is the tits. But if there was one thing that dragged her down—no pun intended—it was this: While she was literally good at everything, she didn’t have that one particular thing that really distinguished her. Sasha, on the other hand, had a very specific point of view: She was an avant-garde queen, whose bald head and arched, cartoon-villain eyebrows announced immediately who she was. Again and again, Sasha slayed on the runway (although I agree that at times she was more editorial than drag). Of course, Sasha sealed her victory during the final, iconic “Lip-sync for your life” where she lifted her wig, revealing a cascade of rose petals. It was a ravishing performance. I follow Sasha on Instagram and I could seriously look at the queen all day. Living, breathing art.

 

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  1. ROXXXY ANDREWS. One of the weird things about being a straight woman who watches Drag Race is it sort of recalibrates your sexual barometer. I like looking at Roxxxy as both a boy and a girl. (This is honestly true of all the queens I’ve picked so far.) Boy Roxxxy (actual name Michael Feliciano) is a particularly cute boy—caramel-skinned and pale-eyed and dimply, which no doubt adds to my appreciation of him in drag. Roxxxy, as mentioned above, is a pageant style queen and honestly the best (after Shannel) I’ve ever seen on the show. Her makeup, clothing, and hair are always insanely on point, always deliciously over-the-top, glammed for the gods, and unabashedly sexy. Roxxxy got something of a villain’s edit in S5, as she was a bit hard on the guileless underdog Jinkx Monsoon, but I even liked her then. (Roxxxy wasn’t that bad, and these competitions—which cut the contestants off from the world, ply them with alcohol, and ask leading questions in taped confessionals—are specifically designed to bring out the worst in people.) However, she really won me over on All Stars 2, where she did something virtually unprecedented on reality TV: She owned up to her own behavior! Instead of claiming that she was the victim of a bad edit—the last refuge of the reality TV scoundrel—she admitted that she had been a bit of bitch to Jinkx. “That’s not who I really am,” she said, and went on to prove it. Of all the queens on the show, Roxxxy might have the saddest backstory: Her mother literally left her and her sister on a bus stop bench when she was 5. Luckily, she was adopted by her doting grandmother, who emanates twinkly warmth. (An aside: It’s become common drag race sport to make “bus stop” jokes to Roxxxy’s face. Fuck that noise. If you’re making that joke, look at your life, look at your choices.) Any self-respecting Roxxxy fan would probably share the same favorite moments: her now iconic wig-under-wig reveal during the “Whip My Hair” lip sync in S5, her triumphant Liza-esque burlesque routine in the All-Stars 2 talent competition, and her so-bad-it’s-good “I’m Roxxxy Andrews and I’m here to make it clear….” lyrics on “Read You, Wrote You.” I also loved that she went from villainous queen in S5 to “queen so popular none of the other queens could bring themselves to vote her off” in All-Stars 2. Now that’s a redemption arc.

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  1. LATRICE ROYALE. I want to be best friends with Latrice because I feel like I would never need drugs or alcohol or any anxiety-reducing medication again. That Latrice Royale belly laugh is all the therapy you need. Every year they vote for a “Miss Congeniality” (aka fan favorite) and Latrice’s S4 win was a no-brainer. But I’m pretty sure she would also win a “Favorite of the Fan Favorites” competition. When Manila paired with her in All Stars 1, she specifically said it was because she hoped some of Latrice’s likeability would rub off on her. (I like you, Manila! I really do!) The thing about Latrice is that, on top of being preternaturally warm and loveable, she’s damn good at the game. Her “So Much Better Than You” duet with Willam is one of the most polished musical performances I’ve ever seen on the show. Her “Get those nuts out of my face” reading in the acting challenge belongs in the sitcom catchphrase hall of fame. And this is a queen who knows how to self-mythologize. Say it with me: “She is large and in charge, chunky yet funky—she’s Latriiiiiiice Royale!” Also, Latrice Royale is responsible for my all-time favorite Lip Sync on the show. As she planted her feet and faux belted out a passionate and guttural “Natural Woman,” little Kenya Michaels flitted about the stage like a wood sprite on speed. Funniest shit I’ve ever seen. Needless to say, shontay Latrice stayed.

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  1. WILLAM. I totally slept on Willam during Season 4. I just thought she was bitchy and I found her 1,000 yard stare a little creepy (turns out, she was high off her gourd). It wasn’t until I started listening to the podcast “Race Chaser” that I realized how brilliant (and sneakily kind) she is. I’ve now gone back and rewatched S4 and have concluded that she is one of the funniest, smartest, and most calculated queens to ever play the game. A seasoned Hollywood vet, Willam never forgot that she was playing a character on a reality TV show. Sometimes she would intentionally antagonize her opponents, because she knew it made for good TV. She never got overly emotional or overly invested in the drama, because she understood it was all a game. Her DGAF attitude drove her fellow queens nuts, especially the excitable Phi Phi, who was nearly apoplectic over Willam’s antics. Rightfully, the most iconic moment of S4 was the “tired ass showgirl” “go back to Party City!” exchange between Phi Phi and Sharon. But my second favorite exchange took place between Phi Phi and Willam on the backstage show, Untucked. After a worked up Phi Phi goes off for five minutes on Willam (“You should not BE HERE right now!”), Willam casually flips a blonde lock, stares Phi-Phi in the face, and deadpans, “Your tone seems very pointed right now.” Just once in my life I would like to be that cool.

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  1. KATYA. Arguably the smartest queen to ever appear on the show (and certainly the most flexible), the “high class Russian hooker” Katya went on an interesting journey in her two seasons. In Season 7, she was amazing but didn’t seem to know it yet. A recovering addict, she had a crisis of confidence after the Snatch Game and literally broke down in the arms of fellow queen Miss Fame. It was wild to watch and just another reminder that no matter how smart, talented, cute, and funny you are, you can still be overwhelmed by insecurity. When she came back in All-Stars 2, she was in a much better headspace and it showed. In another “let a drag queen be your life coach” moment for me, she completely defied branding expert Marcus Lemonis when he shot down her “Katya’s Krisis Kontrol” spray in the Drag Fish Tank challenge. His rebuke would’ve sent me scrambling back to the drawing board, but Katya was confident in her product and her shtick and stuck to her guns, winning lavish praises from the judges. Respect. Also, did I mention she was smart? Watching Katya on Drag Race is a bit like watching one of those super-clever television shows like Bojack Horseman that has jokes within jokes. Case in point, the sharp-eyed u/ATUKO1 on Reddit just pointed out THIS:

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Bow down, bitches.

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  1. RAVEN. The best word I can use to describe Raven is beguiling. On the one hand, she’s an icy queen with an amazing sense of style and a permanent resting bitch face. On the other, she’s a mama’s boy who is fiercely loyal to her friends and only wants to make RuPaul proud. That dichotomy—cool girl meets secret softy—is what makes Raven so endlessly compelling. The penultimate episode of All-Stars 1, where she lip-synched against her best friend Jujubee, exhorting her to “lip sync for your motherfucking life” before they both broke down in tears on the runway, was honestly one of the most touching moments ever on the show. (This is why I’m a fan of All-Stars 1, a controversial opinion, I know: It emphasized the relationships between the queens, which I always love.) Bottom line: Raven just makes for great TV. I can’t keep my eyes off her when she’s on camera.

 

 

 

 

  1. SHARON NEEDLES/CHAD MICHAELS. DON’T MAKE ME CHOOSE! I love both these queens, but what I really love is their unlikely oddball friendship. On the one hand, you have spooky Sharon, with her threadbare, ironically Republican tee-shirts, gothic drag, and full-on punk attitude. On the other, you have the dulcet-toned Chad, always a lady—as polite and demure and polished as a queen can possibly be. (Just once I want Chad to leave me a voicemail message and call me “Mama.” I would pay good money on the black market for that.) Indeed, the only thing those two crazy queens have in common is 2 percent body fat. But they found each other, mostly because “game knows game” as they say in the sports world. They were two of the smartest—and most talented—queens in S4 and they knew it. Their friendship—a kind of Junior League mother/rebellious daughter thing—provided one of my all-time favorite Drag Race moments. It was during the “DILFs I’d Like To Frock” challenge. Sharon had a very weird DILF, this kind of pumped up testosterone machine with a very out there sense of humor. I think he thought he was being playful, but he really was kind of aggressive. Anyway, he got in Chad’s face and, instead of backing down and running in terror (as I would’ve done), Chad stood up to him, which was a thing of beauty to behold. (This dude literally could’ve snapped Chad over his knee like a twig.) Then the roided-out dad said to Sharon, “Are you going to let this bitch talk to me like that?” to which Sharon replied, “Do NOT call my sister a bitch.” ❤️ To me, that’s what Drag Race is all about. The bonds among the queens. The families we choose. The places where we are allowed to truly be ourselves and let our glorious freak flags fly.
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Ready Tweeter One: A Friendly Reminder That Not Everyone is on Twitter.

 

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The other day I tweeted this: “Somebody smarter than me needs to write an essay about auteurs who are oblivious to the current cultural conversation.”

Well, no one volunteered, so here goes nothing.

I should probably clarify that when I referred to the “current cultural conversation” I was specifically talking about Twitter, the headquarters, if you will, of the Take Industrial Complex.

If you spend a lot of time on Twitter you know that it’s an ecosystem, with its own unique language, short-hands, rules, rituals, obsessions, and inside jokes. A few days ago, for example, most of the people I follow were preoccupied with an essay in The Washington Post called “I am Tired of Being a Jewish Man’s Rebellion.” We all agreed that the essay was bad—narcissistic, shallow, and almost certainly anti-Semitic. The article was so widely discussed that one needed only to tweet: “I read the thing” and people knew exactly what you were talking about. And within hours, there were satirical responses to the essay that were also circulating.

But here’s the thing you need to remember. Off Twitter, most people hadn’t read the article. If you said, “I read the thing” they’d have no idea what thing you were talking about. And of those who did read it, many didn’t give it a lot of thought. I can even imagine a world where someone might read that article and not be offended by it, or think it warranted little more than a chuckle and a shrug. On Twitter, however, some people were literally calling for the firing of the story’s editor. (Which was crazy talk, by the way.)

The point of this example is not to defend that particular essay, which was, indeed, trash, but to remind you that Twitter obsessions are not always real world obsessions. Likewise, Twitter speak is not always real world speak. On Twitter, everyone knows that captioning a GIF or photo with “It me” means you seriously identify with the image at hand. Post that same phrase on Facebook and people would assume that you left off an apostrophe.

On top of all the great and horrible things that it is, Twitter has become ground zero for the most up-to-the-moment conversation about race, pop culture, media, identity, gender, and sexuality.

We lefties on Twitter tend to agree on a lot of things. For example, we agree that white men have held the pop culture reins too long and that it’s time for women and POC to take charge. We agree that representation matters, both in front of and behind the camera. We know that it’s more polite to describe yourself as “cisgender”—as opposed to just male or female—and what it means when someone says they’d like to be referred to as “they” and “them.” We don’t think the #MeToo movement has “gone too far” and we deride those who do. We think that, in an attempt to appease “both sides,” the New York Times editorial page has become almost unreadable. We liked Jesus Christ Superstar—yeah, that was good. But Roseanne? Not so much. And so on.

But when everyone in your online ecosystem feels the same way—or claims to feel the same way—it’s easy to fall into the trap of assuming those beliefs are more widely held and understood than they actually are. And I guess that’s why I’m pretty sympathetic to people who aren’t part of the Twitter conversation.

A couple of years ago, Matt Damon got into some hot water for some ill-advised remarks he made on his show Project Greenlight. One of the producers on the show, Effie Brown, who is black, was advocating for a more diverse behind the scenes crew.

“When we’re talking about diversity, you do it in the casting of the film, not in the casting of the show,” Damon said to her.

It was a dreadful moment: Mansplaining, interrupt-y, white privilege-y. And as I watched it, I thought: Damon is clearly not on Twitter. Enlightened dudes on Twitter are so afraid of coming across as “mansplaining” they will actually apologize before answering a question that you asked. As for a white man explaining diversity to a black woman—time to fire up that Betty Gabriel “no no no” GIF from Get Out. (Cue the blank faces from those who aren’t on Twitter.)

Damon’s brand of paternalistic “liberalism” felt square, old-fashioned, out of it. The conversation had passed him by and he didn’t even know it.

He more than proved that point a few months ago when he stepped in it again, this time discussing the #MeToo movement. Damon tried to point out that there was a spectrum of misbehavior and that it was dangerous to lump, say, Louis CK and Harvey Weinstein in the same category. He also “helpfully” noted that lots of men hadn’t been accused of sexual harassment. It was a classic #NotAllMen moment, an unnecessary and unwanted addition to the conversation. But would Damon even know what a #NotAllMen moment is? Those of us on Twitter understand that it’s a form of defensiveness, usually expressed by guilty white people and, in particular, men. (“Not all white people are racist!” “Not all men are jerks!” etc.) Twitter, in its evolved understanding of how important it is to shut up and give the once-marginalized the floor, has created useful rules: Don’t argue. Don’t get defensive. Just listen. This isn’t about you.

But Damon doesn’t know those rules and I’m sure he thought he was being perfectly reasonable. (He subsequently apologized for his statement, noting: “I wish I’d listened a lot more before I’d weighed in on this.” At this point, he’s run out of excuses.)

No, I’m not going to go on to defend Terry Gilliam, who said that the #MeToo movement has devolved into “mob rule,” because he just seems like a jerk. But needless to say, Twitter wasn’t having it.

All of this leads to the question that I posed above: How attuned to the politics of Twitter does a filmmaker need to be? I ask this because in the last month, two great auteurs have put out films that suggest that they are not on top of the cultural zeitgeist—which is to say, they’re not on Twitter.

The first is Steven Spielberg’s Ready Player One, based on the divisive Ernest Cline bestseller of the same name. The book, about a dystopian world where people retreat into a virtual reality and a young man who saves the day by being more obsessed with 80s pop culture than anyone else, has gotten a lot of backlash for elevating a gamer to godlike status, especially in the wake of something called the GamerGate scandal. Now before I continue, I want you all to do something. Ask your parents. Ask your neighbors. Ask some random dudes on the street if they even know what a GamerGate scandal is. I’m guessing they don’t. (For the record, and this is an oversimplification: It was a grim period that presaged a lot of the bullying techniques of the #MAGA and alt-right movement where online gaming fans harassed and doxed female gamers and journalists who dared to call out the sexism of video games and gamer culture.)

I’d argue that, as an artist, Spielberg certainly doesn’t need to know what GamerGate is. But I’d also argue that, if he’s going to make a film out of a book that was the subject of a GamerGate controversy, well, it sure wouldn’t hurt. And having seen Ready Player One, which I mostly liked, it’s clear to me that Spielberg wasn’t thoughtful about his gamer guy saving the day and getting the girl and being rewarded for his mastery of arcane trivia. And he doesn’t really grapple with the fact that film’s Wonka-esque hero is another dude. So, basically, one god-like male savior taking over for another one.

The other out-of-touch auteur is Wes Anderson, whose Isle of Dogs has gotten a fair share of backlash for its “Orientalism” and “cultural tourism.” I like the idea of Anderson being this mad genius who works in a place that is adjacent to our world, but not quite of our world. I honestly don’t want him being overly influenced by pop culture trends or the latest correct way of seeing things. That being said, these criticisms have been leveled at him before. At some point, to not respond to them in a thoughtful way is a kind of willful ostriching. Because despite all his fussy nostalgia, Wes Anderson does live in the real world, and in the real world, issues of inclusion and racial sensitivity matter. In my review, I whacked Anderson for exoticizing Japanese culture, but I particularly criticized his use of a white female savior. As I noted to some friends on Facebook, even if Anderson is completely oblivious to the current conversation about race and inclusion, surely he must know that the white savior trope is tired and offensive. I mean we were talking about this shit in 1989 with Kevin Kline fixing apartheid in Cry Freedom.

I don’t know where I ultimately land on all this, except to say this: We should all have a little patience for those who aren’t versed in the latest, most nuanced understanding of every conversation on representation, race, and gender. Remember, it wasn’t that long ago that heroes in movies were reflexively male or white—and usually both. We’re evolving, slowly but surely. I want filmmakers to catch up, but I also want them to be driven by their own creative impulses, their own muses. A film that parrots the current “correct” way of thinking is, in some ways, just as bad as one that seems oblivious to it. My experience with Twitter is that it’s often ahead of the curve—what was an exclusive conversation on Twitter becomes a mainstream way of looking at things two or three years later. But sometimes, Twitter—yes, even progressive twitter—gets it wrong. Sometimes it over-compensates, bandwagons, and silences opposing views. I’d hate to think that singular artists like Spielberg and Anderson were beholden to today’s group thought. Somewhere, there’s a compromise. Because an artist who doesn’t pay attention to the world around him or her is no artist at all.